There are parts of these old bones that are still uncharted. Landscapes of tendril and dendrite that I will never see. I must remember to remain a mystery to myself. I must remember to stand in the storm. I am building aqueducts in Antioch. Tending gardens in Babylon. Secretly hoping that eventually the Anunnaki will abduct me. I am not counting down. I will not wait for a fictitious date to do the things that I should do. I will celebrate more days when the universe is aligned with me. I will dance around the fire. I will speak my own flawed truth. There will be exultation. Watch if you want to, but know that there is always room . . .
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