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I offer you the blessing of strength

A strawberry brick at the base of my spine

I, princess of mountains

You, lord of stones

When you fell into your broken pot

Displacing the gravelly sinew

Traced ether

But swallowed by bound consumption instead

As if by lengths of steel

The moon

A bed I don’t have to make

You keep splashing in shallows

I’ll bathe in an acoustic river

There’s a person in those waters

And she’s divine