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In 100 on November 19, 2019 at 4:35 am

I decide what this cult means to me

I cradle the tender seeds

Incubate them in my core

En route to an alluvial plain

I aspire to love enough

To walk into the forest

Amongst tattered flecks of lights, untethered  

I ordain to fill your vessel

To gift you polished stones

Put the cool flesh on your tongue

I cultivate reverence for life

So I take the dragonfly to the glade to die

Near tannin water, the beginning

I bow to the sanctity of the earth

Worshipping dew drops

Because if you only look

You see the prism, then melt

  1. Wow this is beautiful.


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