Another leap of faith
forms out of the mire
Don’t dissect it —
it wants to be whole
Don’t tear it apart —
it doesn’t need to be figured out.
Pushing through all the stories in my mind
I see they are only stories
blockages
time machines to nowhere
Vestiges of the old
while the new
make whirlpools in my stomach
The moon joins us full tonight
in ceremony.
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