This one.
This transformation.
Unlike others before it.

Now,  I understand that not the grief alone of my brother's passing brings forth the upheaval and fragmentation.  An intelligence from the deep. Ancient deep. Is. Guiding me to an Unknown.  Old personnas die and must be buried.  If I am steady.

In the meantime, shadows, voices, repressed, surface to shine, rage, weep, laugh and fade.  They Make way.

Sometimes,  I feel this tremendous voltage inside me: Intimations of what is to arrive.

Beware.  I am not him anymore.   I might not love you like I used to.

I might be an exotic stranger declaring in fresh tongues my new truths.

For the moment.
For the moment.

Let me.
Let me.



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