is learning
to serve
mystery, to
become willing to
wander, to
be lost.
It stretches,
rises,
making palpable
the elusive mythology
of pine and shore,
of grove and meadow.
The native furniture
of evening
returns, blue
and simple.
Something here
has always wanted this
nothing, this
limen, this
fire.
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i would like to have this tattooed upon my arm, my chest, my tongue, my eyes:
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is learning
to serve
mystery
xo
erin
I realized after I wrote that that it could have a couple of different meanings, depending on the inflection. Both work for me. thank you, Erin.
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