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[incantation]

Dream within a dream,
I drowned in two
Different rivers at
The same time holding
A key with two ends
That unlocked two
Different doors. I
Heard a siren singing
To me from a distant
Shore, her song would
Linger and become
A force for
Those in doubt.
A fire between two
Mirrors each reflection
Withholding half a
Prayer. Does the status
Of tears remain and contain
An imprint after the change.
Will the
King my former self
Serve me with a crown.
My first incantation borne
Out of a new identity.
The hermeneutics of
History, echoes
Return, old habits burn slowly.
A crown less king
In wishing well
Waters catches and
Holds my coin, all
Reflections of a new
Identity are joined,
Made into a whole.
Inherent beauty
Of summer
Trees is realised,
An identity cried
Into existence. Falling
Silence of fruit,
Audience underground will
Rise, new aesthetic
Will commute.
I complete an unfinished prayer.