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far below your belly there is a well and it is full of a substance that you must spill
a substance that you also need to weave yourself into this world it is rejuvenating it is
regenerating perpetually replenishing even when the world winds you tight then sends
you spinning even when the days demand from your body an outpour of energy
remember how the water’s pulled to the surface of the soil when the moon is vanished
from the sky the moon is vanished from your eyes but is not dead just resting you are not dead just resting the next gleam of your spurt pointed toward the sky’s seam
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