Cleansed of my body by shrieking, supernal waves
As I tried to swim toward that distant homeland
Where the earth is ravaged by gentle love and light
And the children are both sea and horizon
Fish my decaying body from the raging sea
Resurrection; crops bursting from stony winter ground
Cleaving, like sturdy vines to the stakes of endless life
Learning to love in the darkness as well as the daylight
(Kelsey Bee)
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