Lift your hand to
the tree, see the
holes in your
body, feel the
empty of your wounds
hear the hollow of
your sound as you
run from the fault
Take hold of your heart
stop, break, beneath the
blood, bend the
branch to bruise
the loud
Quake the birth to
know your signs
root the veins and
sprawl an oak to
reach the sun and
bathe in light
Find your voice to
gain your sight
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