My bones bore the beauty

The hardness of every stone

Humbled in their ancient knowing

Of all the seeds that have been sewn.

Seers unassumed

Observers passed unseen

I sacrificed a look, to truly see

And in their presence

I fell to my knees

Amongst the rocks the reeds

The flowers, the trees

Within the marrow of my bones

A mystery of me.

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