Countless times
I fed
a dark hart
light layered surface
starlit swimming
clandestine calling
echoing eyelids
365 days
inhabited
by lessening lessons
remaining
exhibits
we called
realities
beyond blind spots
effortless effort
I am not an image
though carved
from bone
drumming
hands
Each form
digging the earth
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The Magma Of Human Stalagmites
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