It was never really 


We never really had

A Choice

United, divided

All movement made

For real
I stood on the backs 

Of seven

Four faceless women

Island sojourners 

Whose eggs, passed down into me

Whispered truth
Sitting still, listening 

I hear her

She moves my crouching body

Draws it close

Saying, remember when we were there? 


I believe in the truth of a warm darkness

A fine day 

A cool breeze

All our dreams tumbling out 

Till the air above, smiling

Takes them further away 

Deeper than whatever

We knew ourselves to be 

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