Alone in a Crowd

intergalactic

stewards of peace gather

high afternoon tea

selectively tossed,

thoughts reverberate louder

ventriloquism

loves pure reflection

echoing weakly back across

memories in mind

where her darkness lay

neither light nor indeed life

dared to flourish

psyche projected

into words echoing clear

across tinted glass

memory surges

posting images within

mental silver screens

uncovered godhead

revealing only questions

magnitude deepens

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