BEING A CONSTELLATION
Heavy with milk, mother-sky offers starlight patterns, guiding her small, dense question…
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Will you come like a flame
To the Goddess’s name?
Will you call her out loud?
Will you come?
Will you come without touching?
Will you come if you can’t?
Will you come as you are?
Will you come?
Will you come as it calls you,
Till there’s no way to stop?
Will you come till you tremble
Far open, and rock?
Will you come like a flame
To the Goddess’s name?
Will you call her out loud?
Will you come?