Layers of consciousness
My mind stands on the edge of a cliff,
The gaze of a hawk,
The rain of silence drums over wings,
Overspilling my perspective
Into the expansive stream.
Shapeshifter I become,
Flashes of remembrance, beat, breath,
Consciousness horizons in layers.
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