First star channels
a hymn from a hammock
Leave a trail for me
in the new grass
I will weave back around it
as I trace the code of our pasts
I will glide back through
Like two snakes
Each print of my feet
a press on fresh cells
Merges me with you back
seeping to the soils
Keep speaking to me through the fire through the clouds
through the first body of light in a quickly darkening sky
In that space, we deny
all that is fear from dying
From here, there’s only “feel”
And from everywhere, is “Love”
More.
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 9:01 PM UTC
First star channels
a hymn from a hammock
Leave a trail for me
in the new grass
I will weave back around it
as I trace the code of our pasts
I will glide back through
Like two snakes
Each print of my feet
a press on fresh cells
Merges me with you back
seeping to the soils
Keep speaking to me through the fire through the clouds
through the first body of light in a quickly darkening sky
In that space, we deny
all that is fear from dying
From here, there’s only “feel”
And from everywhere, is “Love”
More.
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