Falling into the belly of the world
no shriek
no sigh
no drama
Held in the silence before dawn
The angel's sirens bellow as I fall
Descending
Down
Into your soil
I pour through the cracks of your broken s-kin
Gathering seeds of redemption and rage to burn in your tender furnace
What comes of me in this place?
Of who?
Of the whisper of not knowing?
Of the protest to the eternal body of truth?
There is no sound here
No drama.
In love xxx
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