ANIMA
The mother of the sea is
calling me, and lifting,
lilting, leaning, I bend
to my demise and drink
deep of her sound.
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The awesome grand resounding
of her heartbeat pulses me. I
rise to her attention. I rouse to
her decree.
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The neck that arched, love-struck,
reads her name upon the Heavens
and silent shreds of evidence keep
findings of her presence.
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The echoes call and stutter back
my soul's reluctant voice. Wandering,
slow and dazed, it gropes and fumbles,
has no choice.
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The mother of the sea is
calling, urging, me. Lifting,
lilting, leaning, I bend to her
command and rise to be.
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