Underneath this cap is an unfolding.
A rhythmicity so inherent in aliveness,
a magnificent depth found within my own biology.
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The existence that happens between
bird calls and intensity of machinery.
Channels of loveliness
woven within the webs of a spider
and the spider herself.
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Species of flowering life and their seedlings
gifted to the onlookers who were unafraid to merge.
Falling in love
with an ever widening reaching out.
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Vessel of absolute thanksgiving.
Majestic lid to a cosmic underworld
of sighs and hums
discovered through the stillness of movement.
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Flavors of we,
with distinctions of singular exquisiteness.
Cells pulse, temperatures rise and fall
accompanied by a particular praise of Earth and her crown.
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Gala of any and all resplendent bodies.
A constellation of beauty freely illuminated
for the pleasure of both the stars and their onlookers.
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Effusive canopy
atop a piousness for the radiance of this life.
Living sutras of agape through the convenance of thank you.
