Hymn
All day the twin melting helix of
souls dancing in the moon and wind
--a ritual deflation, dusty hands
spread wide and chapped raw, reaching
towards the glowing eyes and gaping
maws of 1,000 spirits in a whirlpool.
And the stars shine over us all.
Wrap this hope in a cocoon of solitude,
rest it in emerging golden rays with sparrows singing
as the leaves reach and cover you in grace
waiting for your safe return to our glittering shores.
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