Truth

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There, in the truth of a

song frozen in the sparrow's breast

as she lies dying

in the morning prayers of a sword-tailed butterfly

as he speaks to me on my finger,

 

I am the becoming of an earthly solidity

As I touch the empty ground beneath my feet,

 

Scoop the rich dark soil and find destiny

Has already seeded me

 

And now these diaphanous winds of chance are here.

Scatters my ashes,

 

And Judas betrays me with a kiss.

 

 

 

Love to All,

Ana

6/7/07