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By | 1 June 2022

for Autumn

a leyline –

i suppose we call them

songlines –

a gentle tug of the thread like fishing line

wrapped around the stars

making constellations

as above,
so below,

for one to find another

meanwhile, swimming in the womb,



to be born and be who we need to be

but the sediments of the universe

shift glacially

thirty orbits around the sun

sufficient alignment we don’t question the ancestors

as they tenderly guide

with deftly worked and wise hands

the cosmic threads the umbilical cords

while we ask to

lobotomise the sky

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