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a poem

receiving

Breathed into being from water so dark, it is often mistaken for the night

Ancestors appear as droplets amid the trees,
in the soil,
between my locs

invoking memories of once lazuli skin

Water
The conduit, governed by the Mothers
a consolidation of earth’s origin
and the very origin of the cosmos herself (for that matter)

Sweet, vast Ocean
that which belongs to no time or place
let your voice echo from the base of our spine

and vibrate our very being to your primordial frequency

Jazmine Jenne`