Zywa The Milky Wind in my head

It attacks me at night
a vague, milky-white sense
that spins around in my dream
like a tornado around my house

Swirling memories
keep me awake, centuries
of wisdom flow through me
not to be lost

In the morning I ponder
rocking on the porch
There is truth cracking
in the wood, it starts

to sing like heavenly harps –
a Milky Wind in my head
that throws everything open, blowing
down my house in front of me

Poem 1093
Amsterdam, 2017-03-01

Collection: WoofWoof 
Keyword: Spirit / Ghost(s) 
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