Made Whole By the Destruction...
i climb the Mother's trees
& watch Her waves return to earth
as She cannibalizes Herself
& we are made whole by the destruction
we are the fruit of Her Death,
the life of Her seed
sewn into it's self
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2007
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