infused of the cosmos

she is their voices


tenacious and talon-tongued

she is the whistling warning

under the hawk’s taxi

down the runway

winging aloft fervently


sage and perspicacious

she is the measured note

owl’s hoot of knowledge

dropping stoned oceans

coursing wise and steadily


throaty and ardent

she is the tentacled heart-beat

pull of salmon sunrise

poach of breath and agony

lights ephemerality


unobtrusive and undeniable

she is the creeping whisper

muted march of myrtle

rhythmic pound of tides

circling inexorably


hard-shelled and vanished

she is the forested sigh

slide of ancient snail

solipsistic journey

far beyond infinity


she paints the sky

with their voices lost

splicing self with dignity

inhaling smoke and mirrors

of madness and reality


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