Agapito

From a room without a roof, I saw angels sprouting from birds on phone wires. One of the angels, a woman, slid down a wire that was strung to my heart and embraced me. The world spun around our wholeness. The chamber filled with many children, all good, but one I could detect was a demon. With my right hand, I dissolved him and then flew around scattering one molecule at a time in certain shadows. But mostly I incinerated the remains in two fires I kindled with my mind. In the end, I saw my self, old, around 95, sitting at a round table. I had long white hair in a pony tail braided down to my waist. It felt good to see that. I was writing this dream.

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