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My mind is swirling like a vortex

A tornado in full force

Flashing images of past lives

On a collision course.

As they flash past in front of me

Too fast to be seen

I wish that I could see them all

These past life memories.

I would like to slow the kaleidoscope 

And slow down time itself

To take the time to experience

The truth of my past self.

Then as the vortex spins I feel 

I am cresting the very peak

Before falling down again

All the way beneath,

The swirling gyroscopic funnel

Of which I bounced around 

Off the soft walls of energy

But suspended from the ground,

Before being ejected 

In darkness and no sound.

I find myself back in my bed

Waking from this dream

And I think of those dreams and images

In the darkness wistfully.