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I dance in the consuming flames, blessed by the witnessing stardust.
We move too, each to our own rhythm. Linked by orbital paths.
Within the quiet power of touch, we energize, clarify and redefine one another.
Grace is offered with soft, gentle fierceness fed from the history resting beneath our soles.
We grabbed as we fell through the pulpiness of the earth. Transformed by the river of tears.
A big surprise to me somehow. This continuous chugging. This appetite. It is such a wonder from high above.