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The Living Girl

written by: J.Ahlberg

@anothermadidea

Paradise lies at the feet of your mother

It lowers itself to the sole of another,

It springs with the sweat beneath the toes

It roots at the base, then grows and grows.

The earth it moves in both your eyes

With fruits and trees that span the sky,

There is no sin; there is no shame

There is no obligation to claim.

So soft and wise you are little mother

So often the heavens sing heavenly of her,

Named for the mother of those who believe

Our better selves you did conceive.

Your wisdom washes ancestry sins

Releases our once clipped burdened wings,

We wrap your womb around ourselves

And birth the best from our worst selves.

You embalmed that death be brought to life

You calmed the breath and fought all strife,

Dark-bulb - light-bulb; bright and dim

Incantation of a human hymn,

a human hymn, a human hymn.

Paradise lies at the feet of your mother,

and then little mother, little mother, little mother…