On Movements
neverending
swift - even
in times of
stillness
brewing
bubbling
steaming
tot he point
of combustion
a releasing
from the
cocoon
a fluttering
of wings
when it's
time to be
seen - a
journey
going
forward
even when
it seems
like it's not
sankofa
into
ma'at
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