Illuminate

You taste whisps of your fullness and mourn
Instead celebrate
Each peep hole and the door a miracle
Shadow and sun playing with themselves again
Clear away the excess
Allow your being to settle
The sediment will cling to the bottom
So you must drain into the desert
Make red dust your pillow
Disown the sentiments that once structured the water of you
Let them burn up in the sun
Scrolls of so many lives
Belong again to no one
So when the flood comes
Your spring catches fire
Each cell a star
Illuminate

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