The Transmigration of Souls
My wisdom is as spurned as chaos.
What is my nothingness,
compared to the amazement that awaits
you?
Without warning,
a soul moves in:
the scent of plum trees,
a sister’s voice.
The body is shaken—
a tremor that rattles the collarbones,
stirs the brain stem.
The Transmigration of Souls
____ AKSHR
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