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Crucible
It has been your protection
fed you like a bowl
guided you like the full moon.
But now, parts sundered like earth
her crevices and tunnels
groping for warm center
Open like fingers
broken fragments
a gift of softness
An open mouth whispering
up the shaft of your interior
ringing the walls of your throat
Exploding
in the clear cry
of a fearless voice
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