my rooted bits

entwining in holy sanctuaries, below

mirror my shadowed dancing, above

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 in dreaming, I dream

 my shadows are empty light

waiting for day

grateful for the flesh of sun

the skin of shine

the eyes and ears of salty water

~

lo,

I cry,  I cry, 

I cry, cry, cry

I am a crow turned song bird

calling the infinite

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