like a death, this is the true beginning
drag your body to the altar
quality of sweetness, rooted in sacrifice
drop down into the silence
healing by fire
eludes language
the doorkeeper
together in the woods
at the root of our own
she is the passion
swept away in a hurricane
visions in detail
all who dwell
the sacred balance
the sun goes down
and celebration
something in it, offering
chance to let go
return to the sacred
laid down her yarn.
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