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She Is Many, She Is One
I was cast aside, like garden waste, when I knew it was real. Into the mound of the forgotten, the used and useless. But, all these years were not wasted. I was learning how to fertilize, utilize disintegration, deterioration towards resurrection, towards new life. I was unworthy, once. But I heard her singing inside me…
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Where Do We Look For One Another?
My aloneness twists in on itself, coiling and compounding, when I forget to look for myself everywhere. In the grass and the sky, in the perked up ears of the unafraid deer, and in the eyes of the guy telling me about the yellow throated birds that have been about lately. In the broken twigs…