I remember nothing of former lives except the details

which are as you know impediments

to what Anubis & the others have been trying to tell me

nothing except weight of helmets odor of blood,

nothing that would importune my present confusions.

I think it’s not going to be this life

where I remember what I was supposed to do

but I know I have been so truthfully me

that for all I know it’s what I was supposed to do.







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