One lark,one swallow,one butterfly-
each with wings of words,songs,strings
freed from the puppetry of sky and distance
flew in to our temporary nest and sang for no supper
They gave and smiled and flew away-wheels spinning
in a spring that was Summer,in a blue that was golden
i can no longer fit within the small room(of my body)
i used to eat the whole wide world(became the world)(round and round)
i used to used to go back instead of being here(safer/comfort zones/familiars)
i watch as spirits flit out of their only holy skin
count moments when drinking this in/i get drunk on memories
i can no longer remember who is living
today i asked myself-but i was leaving
MEDICINE SONG
sing over my body as i lay dreaming
all that remains is needing healing
sing to the core of all that springs gardens
seeds of new life -arise!awaken!
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