the womb-dark
xxpullxxxxof dreams
xxxxdrawsxxxxlike a tide
xxxxxxover bodies,
xxvoices
xxxxwater-clogged
xxxxxxbeneathxxa pulseless bay
dawn
xxxstrokes xxxxxan indigo sky,
rays crackxxxxxthe sacred
xxxxxxegg of sleep.
you rise
xxxfrom mud,xxstone,
xxxxxxthe grayxxxsweat of streets
and grasp
xxxxxa newborn light.
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