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I rarely go out
do not talk to many
cook my own meals
don a mask on planes and buses
and crowded supermarkets

hoping to survive Covid
uninfected
I know your dreams
for I am part of them
I walk between the folds of consciousness
you cannot see me
but you have come to know when I am near
from the moment you blinked in awe
upon your first vision of life
each day
my timeless purpose
your protector
the intricate weaving of hours
days
and years
those you have known
and those you shall come to know

the map of your life is written
and cannot be altered
when the day arrives
you will sense it
not in a flash
but rather a quiet whisper
I will be wishing you well
from this life
to the next
 Dec 2022 Mr and Mrs Andrews
Crow
I have no memory of breath
till we kissed
now each breath recalled
spoke of you

each moment infused
with airs of your inclination
your unfolding sigh
filled me

kiss me
once more

your lips on mine
breathe into me
my last breath
must be yours

till I return it
This one is different,
on the inside it’s a quiet forest reaching up toward a warm, pastel sky.
After a few moments I get this floaty feeling in my stomach and I feel like I’m being lifted into the sky.
Something inside me hesitates.
I squeeze my eyes shut to block the feeling out.
It hurts to look at this forest and this sky, because deep down, I know they’re not real. The tears come.
I try desperately to be quiet but, being incapable of it my voice is getting a nervous high pitch to it
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