mercredi 24 septembre 2025

myth-like

Expansive & Narrative (myth-like) (more fluid, unfolding as if telling a sacred origin story) I know a woman whose voice stops the passage of time, who seals the bleeding earth with syllables gentler than rain. With her hands she arranges the seasons, turns ripeness over as if it were clay, until a poem opens in her palm— not written, but born, already crowned with holiness. That poem is the night’s first biography. It leans against the stars, whispers to the wind how silence might grow luminous. And the body—her body— is a story of fire: a fire that remembers the ash, that carries loss into seed, that teaches light to rise again. I know a woman. Her breath is the silence before dawn, her shadow the threshold of creation.

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