Offering

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Through
The darkness
I whirl
On and on
Beyond
Caring
Beyond
Your dream
Beyond
Fatigue
Beyond death
Beyond
The Sun’s
Scream
I dance
Our duet
Alone
The lonesome
Wailing
Violin
Calls me
Faster
And faster
Long after
The stars
Have fallen
Into dust
Forever
I whirl
One hand
Raised
Gathering
Words
Unknown
One hand
Dispensing
Glory
Blessings
A conduit
For Mystery
I dance
And I dance
Beyond music
Courage
Comes shrill
Through
Bird bones
Beyond myself
Beyond
The almost
That was
A life
That was us
I am
Whirling
As a spiral
A gyre
That is
My offering
And my heart
Beats
And beats
My love
Carried
As a gift
By the drum
To the
Source of
Light
And I dance
Whirling
Beyond
All
That is
Beyond
Myself
I am a
Being of
No hope
The drum
Calls me
Home
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Bear … 03.28.2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016
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The Usual — The Expected

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I have been sacrificed on your makeshift
Alter of Indifference and Unaware
Offered my yet beating heart to the
Great Deity of Important Personal Interests
That you say feed your soul because
You need to have something important
To make it all worthwhile.
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Accepted, my heart’s been chopped up
For nothing, or maybe plastic and
Styrofoam, food substitutes, and diesel fuel.
I am becoming nothing, worth nothing, not much left,
Just a bunch of rotting nothing.
Nothing else is so unsightly as the usual,
The expected trivia of an old woman’s pain.
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Our Mother Earth, we women do understand. We have all been
accepted on the same alter.
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Bear … 03.24.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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