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It’s all about identity,

Precious.

along
the beaches of your mind
are
loose bolts and
screws,
rusted only
from the wetness in the air

A voice crawls over the azure horizon
A voice, dissipating
into the sea
finer than its salt unseen
in the chariot of apparent water

Helios, and storm,
and rush of the clouds,
the shot,
of the rain drop
that sang itself into existence
over the ocean
and situated at the midpoint
between each and every shore
those ahead and afore
the one drop
ravager of cities
caresser of children and
the desiccated sacs of the elders

inside of me
is the wet scream
and i am made of fire

inside of me
is the smoke scream
born of abayed ire

attending

this is why we marry in the modern day,
or go to church, or converse about going to church

The god$ have allowed commercials to accompany the
tastes of the shit theyve instructed us to eat

All the bodies designated for delirium,
sloosh to one side where the wall is raw with chomping maws

healing and gratitude go hand in hand

healing and gratitude go hand in hand.

in the shower today i asked with my feelings

“what is healing ? (furthermore had i known it?)”

fast forward to now i’m finishing this jay from the other day, suddenly realize and hear myself say in mind and aloud,

“this is healing.

thank you”

It felt proper, the Great benefit being the creation here of a space of Healing intentionally, by setting the word in the center of the space.

(In this time, when there may be a shortage of ready refuge, healing is required)

As long as theres sun we must have ritual, our right to it, and that we may rage in ritual too. we may be soft. we may be vocal. we may be with Others. we may sit and be silent with Ourselves.

to say the word.