Aftermath of the Battle

Felt myself get pulled into a
spiral, knew it was
going to show me something:
was on a battlefield
after a battle was over,
smoke - I think from fires -
was rising and there were
bodies littering the ground.
It was my battle:  the one
I fought, my life battle,
and I survived, and I think
it was telling me that is
where I am now, after the
battle, in the midst of the
wreckage:  I am negotiating
my way through the after-
math, negotiating that
landscape.  That is here.
That is now.  And then I
awoke, around 4 a.m.

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