Omer 4 - devil at the crossroads
netzach of chesed
New skins for old souls,
new paint for old homes,
in search of an easy way
to forget the weary, tired road.
Patience and trust
done in by yours and mine hands,
rebuilt in shaky breaths,
in slow, cautious steps.
Seeking answers among
notes and bars,
guitar strings and vibrato.
Teased out snippets in
fourth dimensional warps and forks.
Synapses spark, vibrate,
kept together by the unknown in-between
undefined yet felt.
Be consciousness or soul, I know:
our souls ours to keep and mind.
Yet I stand at the intersection
during the witching hour
to witness lore and belief
which backboned this place
I tentatively call home.
But there is no devil at the crossroads.
There is only me
— alone.
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Omer 3 — Triangle radial < previous || next > Omer 5 — Kaleidoscopic Hands
the start: Omer 1 — Pomegranate
About the Creator
Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
artist, writer, photographer. focus on horror and nature. all original content, all made myself — no AI.
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