I.
My bones remember the touch of the rain.
The sound of September.
The fire’s flame.

II.
My heart, the divine mimic of cosmic pulse.
Gestation’s guidance, my own mind’s
hand to hold.

III.
My soul trumpets through my chest
with presence, climbs the ladder of my throat,
tongue to speak, compassion and freedom.

IV.
Eyes, take in and quantify patterned lights
I bear witness, hold space as stars shine out from darkness.

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