Omer 9 - 9th life
gevurah of gevurah
From the neurons’ misfire I
lived many lives,
now on my ninth
with my final chance in
seeking final facets of living.
Delicately constructing, sifting,
trying now and again and later —
crawling along until I can stand.
Inquisitive, quizzical — all of it.
But I was given chance after chance
and I will take this ninth life with gratitude.
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Omer 8 — ouroboros trap < previous || next > Omer 10 — Syncretic Movement
the start: Omer 1 — Pomegranate
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Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
artist, writer, photographer. focus on horror and nature. all original content, all made myself — no AI.
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