These dreams

These dreams

Are of consequence

To me

If to no one else

An imagination

Of death

Interrupted by

An interminable

Breath

Worlds conjured

On the tip of

A pen

Felt

I close my eyes

I open them

Hieræth

For a moment

Ethereal gift

Exhaling

Story sent

© Niliema Karkhanis

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