Pagan
A landscape grows around her
And she feels its necessities
Tingling in her fingertips,
All along her arms and down,
Deep into the darker ground.
She is earthed there, and feels it
As her arms rise up from her sides
Like wings. Then she is ready.
She will fly above this land
And it will all be there deep
Inside the words of her eyes
As she encloses it all within.
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