Day 290: Woman
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is it woman?
calling from the caverns
that closed with age,
and locked tight
against the forgetfulness of man
who thought these stones
too scary to climb?
we,
peace-making
warring planets
that float in forgotten nebulae:
can you not feel the spin?
our centrifugal force
that aches to bring out
all that’s in?
my bones remember you.
in eyes met,
i espy you;
but not in us all,
for some asleep
still fall.
what sweet recognition, then,
when the waters of tears
melt our veils of amnesia,
and we bravely
see each other
in each other
and smile silent
salutations
of knowing.
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