Premonitions

My alien comes
in soft moments of quiet-
a prescience on bug feet,
and, all at once,
I am fleshed in the realness of an eye.

All at once
fated dramas are seen
as certain and irreversible,
writ on stone tablets.

And then we sleep,
perchance to dream…

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