Reach back to the song from whence we came. We are wood, xylem, phloem, our eyes spitting oxygen, Our feet-roots drinking the earth and all its mineral glory, Our arm-branches embracing the heavens, pulling us upward. |
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I am the pine cone and I am the forest; all is one. I am the past and I am the future; all is one. The detritus of old things churn within me, Are broken down and remade; I spit out the bones for a new day. |
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I am rings within rings of transparency and color. Year after year the world flows through me and now I am the world. I frame the world; I touch the world; I taste the world. My spell is the wind and the water that dissolves and embodies. |
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We are unafraid of the unknown; though we cower in darkness, the unseen clubs only knock holes in our caked mud armor, letting the light of our souls shine forth. |
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the invisible links and levers of its logic only amplify our muscles and our will. |
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Artwork by DALL-E + poem stanzas 2022 |
