Cavelight

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10361.46033

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2025-02-22 18:51:27.894 -0600

Created · 1 tokens

We cross the abyss: grief’s undertow sweeps my footing away. All I can do is gaze, wondering at the shape of the path behind us I will not walk with golden rays Dogging my footsteps. What lies beyond this desert of being? I cannot know. But, oh! My eyes, to see new skin’s glory, my ears, to hear the cries. My tongue, to taste: blood, sweat & tears. My soul, to bless, to hope. Carry forward my prayer in the sacred light as I lie still, as the last stragglers depart. bit.ly/3QvVrwZ

Observation · 1 tokens

angel lifts me above canopy—says of roots, shadow, soul be a plane carrying dad to son be a light in the void bit.ly/maskrev

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Moon rounds, sickles: slow, rapid, slow again. I cannot will strength into flesh. Never will I enter the gates of the sacred city. Almighty: my song of praise, on lips of low and mighty, in kitchens and parklands. Encode my spirit.

Response 1 · 1 tokens

As you sink—know watergrass fronds will grow, endometrial, sheltering quicksilver ruby-eyed tadpoles. My flesh feeds your living spirit. Every self a world entire. Footsteps need roots, and the piping of frogs. Hold my hand—

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