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I step lightly between the landing of the animus

The muse who comes lifting honey

from the hives

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Pollinating words penetrating

through veils

Boundaries permeable by light

still feeling the sinew and bones of intention

 smiling around dark corners

unabashed

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Pregnant with Animus…keep it steady there  © J.H. White