Wading in the
shallows
of the soft
imagined shadows
in the psyche
of a minor goddess
venture muddled
and discarded
shards of
spirit – intraspecies bits
of goddess
spit wondering what
possibly
could fit them. Soon
they’ll
bumble humbly into you –
burrow through
– become
your central point-of-view..
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