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Stomp

I had a dream the other day. This slithering centipede type creature, I pulled it out from my ear with my fingers. It leapt from my hand and scurried across the floor. I chased this evasive creature, stomping with quick intent. When I hit it, I crushed it. It flattened and my blood was now seen splattered on the floor where its last movement came to an end.

My feelings are silent and calm. Gnosis of occurrence equal to a steady stance.

1 December 2021

Published inbreathfearless