Who am I ?
How many within me rest at my core?
To the past did I die to be released to the fore.
Where did I come from ?
Lives lived unknown, yet breathed into life at the prom.
Muted melodies succinct, beating a rhythm,
to memories buried deep as innate as a hymn.
Awareness immune to inherent clues –
just day to day history,
a thread of hues.
The here and the now overtly intact,
but the truth lies verily hidden within the abstract.
The wizard, the warlock, the witch and the psychic –
all in line with occult parallels – a dangerous clique.
For to straddle such worlds and still remain here –
is to tempt Fate and be lost in the Near.