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I bend my back

to Earth Momma

under pressure of New Moon dark.

Splitting shells

I am a seed



answering the moon with growth.

Cells are showing


thick in the air of transition

standing rooted deep

pointing light threads

at the rising sun

and sinking moon

scared seconds

in a dream with out time.

Guides by the Momma

Cardnals and Doves

sing their self-loving truths

show off that heart medicine.

The wind carves paths like the Sun

and unseen Moon

scared every second

in this dream with out time.



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