I woke up from my travels at 2:17 am.
With a vision of a woman who was the early morning where even swampy water turns blue.
She glittered in shiny blackened jewels and sung an unknown song, that even I knew the words to.
She laughed as she descended like a shade on the great big body of a great big man.
He swirled and swayed, tall and tame, but her image remained the same.
“I see you woman.” even my voice wasn’t my own.
And there I was, at 2:17 am, back from my travels struggling with one eye shut closed trying to remember her song, her tone.
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