Inner Dawn
An onyx layer of cosmos
lies behind the mist costumed trees....
the remains of night falling over the edge
at my back
the first caress of day
rubs my heels with prophesy.
So I come
from a chasm deep
within myself
spinning saffron ribbons
from my aching torso.
Echoing on the living Mountain
returning
to me with
secrets from Her crystal walls.
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