I have heard that it
makes you hear echoes of a
distant time,
distant echoes,
distant,
till you hear your mother cry at your funeral,
in your previous life..
It sharpens your memory, I am told,
So much so,
you can feel your mother’s labour pain
as you were born into this life,
as a continuum!
And once the colours fade and the smoke recedes,
it makes you see, I am afraid,
further, deeper into the dark abyss of your nightmares
and into the hollow emptiness of your soul !
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