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we are dusty truth

incarnate glory

made of the same elements as every other thing

the carbon that is coal or diamond

is in our bones.

hydrogen-wet blood laced with

oxygen carries breath to the ends of ourselves

 

but we are more:

that hot wind of spirit

blowing in our chests

making our arteries pulse.

holy life-filled creatures;

love runs gold through our veins

as the raw ore is poured into deep forges

 

we break bones

and in the deconstructing, discover

oxygen-rich open space

for healing.

places full of hurt

that end up stronger

at the end of the story

 

so hope now

even in the achy middle

you, starlight-full-bellied one

you, keeper of the flame

you, whose chest burns with deep-gloried suns

you, who cradle the moon in your arms

because this? this is not the end.

letting #31days be a set of writing prompts for my poetic soul - join me?

letting #31days be a set of writing prompts for my poetic soul - join me?

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AuthorJamie Bonilla