I stretch out my arms to you,
I stretch out my soul, like a land without water.
in the tangling hierarchies of branches.
Orb of dread
bright of bird songs
and right angling light
from the day.
the vast unconquerable
realms of infinity
Cynthia blogs at The Mad-Eyed Monk.
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