mother mother

Her hair was the roots,

that grew the grain.

Her breasts the moon,

that drew tides

The sun by her side,

and the shadows of dusk.

The cosmic breath,

danced through her belly inside,

Mother Earth.


The water ran around me,

through me,

beyond and beside me.

Steamed galaxies,

infinite particles of vapour,

energy mist.

I was fluid, malleable.

I could change everything.

The stars, the moon and I,

forever entangled in clouds

of clear inseparability,

intangible mind

set fluid once again

in tingling sensations of

hot vibrations

rushing, past me,

through me,

within me.

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