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Sister Wolf
Mother moon heightens that sense
of accuracy in these troubled times
Nostrils flaring from the blood dots uprooted
from my fingertips
How many trees will I have to kill and kiss before
river meets canal
Or the other way around
There is a loss of
of of (a slurring stuttering a plundering of words!)
of what?
The brain stem has licked it and forgotten it
A taste much like the dream I built out of clouds
And what of the great prowling?
I have spent my life's work on the searching searching searching
And now I have earned the right to give you my reasoning
I will live on through these things forever
Through my children, and my children's children
My iris and pupil and my awakening star-song will
anchor my legacy right into the advantaged ground
And I will live on
through sister wolf and mother moon
until God finially comes down for the massive uprooting of
these things undone
ANALYZE
I usually dont ANAYLZYE other works, but this I feel obligated to.
You crave intimacy...with someone...from someone and you feel like you've had that once, but you lost it and are now desperately seeking it. But your search is not sad, it's hopeful in the end and it's how I will remember you most.
Your sense of who you are is strong and bold...so once again, kudos to you for this.