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Friday, November 23, 2018

full moon

when you were sky
and i was earth,
when i was wind
and you were sea

out of time
and out of names
we never could be
without each other

touching and feeling
even in each drop
of rain, in the fire,
the ashes, in all

then they called us,
sent us branded into
the arena , with clothes
and veils and questions

we fabricated numbness
and called it adult,
we penetrated all
and called it knowledge

and now after slavery
the desert has become
our refuge, we will be
one with each grain of sand

will be blown East and West,
fine dust, very slowly
we will settle
into release

the moon is full,
it talks into me:
all is cycles, all
coming, all going





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