like a visual scroll
a fresh version of you
as if turning a page
in a grimoire of becoming
or
perhaps another opening
a different kind of sigil—
one rooted in reclaimed desire
the threshold remains open
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2026 08:53
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Comments4
We all are written pages some blank other scratched out. I like that the book remains open.
Good write A.
Too much for me, mate. Way beyond my level of understanding, or even wish to venture there.......
That threshold waits for us all to step across into a new moment Rik.
Andy
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