what do I do with this fire
in my womb?
this furnace
where everything is offered,
spent and fired to shape,
this void that's full
of what could be,
a form without a name,
without a tribe,
burning itself out,
waiting for the sky
to speak.
in my womb?
this furnace
where everything is offered,
spent and fired to shape,
this void that's full
of what could be,
a form without a name,
without a tribe,
burning itself out,
waiting for the sky
to speak.
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