Dream.
The phone.
A flat voice: there’s a witch in place mutating.

Prank?
I put the phone down.
Later: symbolism.
Wished I had asked questions.

II.

There’s a witch in place mutating.

Mostly I can’t perceive it.
Almost-thing.
I circle without knowing.

Nearness.
Contentment.
Unfamiliar terrain.
I plod on.

Mystic ways return.
Patterns unfold.
Indigo swoops.
The linking returns.
Home.I think the soul paints itself transforming.