Wholehearted
January 7, 2025
Wholehearted
Standing where the earth splits wide,
its breath curling around my ribs.
Each horizon gazed clings to me,
not with burden but with eidos.
The sky tugs at my withers,
ground humming a restless hymn.
I've lived more lives than falling rain,
my bones are stardust.
I am wholehearted.
I am wholehearted.
-nl
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