Passage

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I lay in a bed of ruffled cotton,
where you bestow me a vision,
on the ocean’s heart,
the octopi wrap themselves on me
like jewels of Compton.
Corals for my feet.
They carry me to my last rites
deep in the blue where darkness hides.
I have two dried petals of pink tulips.
The whales circle and sing memories.

You ask me to witness.
My heart flickers and falters,
yet I say, bury me so my sins can suture
with this cold thread.

O Mother, grace me once again with your blanket.
Let me walk again on water
and fly with my dragon’s breath.

She moves the currents in circles
as they penetrate my breast.
and iterates, an eye for an eye,
is now the pupil of my chest.

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With this you will travel The seven seas and its seasons  It is with this you will perceive me: In the mundane morning rituals, In the dried autumn leaves, In the cracked hollow brick, In the laughter of a child. It is, with which you will No longer need mirrors to see yourself.

⬤