Born spinning
a poem on being tethered to the turning
Born spinning When the lawlessness leaves you reeling, know what truly moves you, tethered to turning, the call of the moon, you were born spinning let yourself be danced. You carry oceans, bleed nights and birth days, know you are the echo, the true order of things, shattered stardust, mystery rising and falling i…
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