A WHOLE SELF
It’s not how the story
goes…
Merge
rivers, cross feet
Break
all the laws
Shake
amnesia loose from its wide skirt
Weave
the wordless
Through
the bowing and the humming
Into
Soul’s nerve
There's not
one body in motion
There are many in the one that's moving
Cradle them all with love and prayer
There are many in the one that's moving
Cradle them all with love and prayer
...but how it ends.
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