Healing

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Past the superficial engines

I went deeper

Into the central rooms of myself

There

I found ancient ritual

Thick tapestry lining walls

Humming, haze

Of handrolled sticks alight

And a baby in my arms

.

Nervous, unsure how to support

The young flesh absorbed into mine

As usual, skilled in simultaneous flight

Without memory

Of the secrets of their chantings

I wonder just what happened in that core

And what the digested matter

Is growing in me now

.

The crows in the distance

The snow beneath feet

Now I’m running

But

Old prisons abandoned

Now I’m rising

Requiring reality

A sippable sensuality

Beyond the programming’s pleasure

.

There I find her

Grown and reaching

She’s waving media

And dark vibrations

And asking for my guidance

.

Do I have the tools to raise her?

Nervous, unsure how to support

I take her hand

And we begin to walk

Absorbing

Into the question

Together

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