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Today’s Short #Poem 244

The discarnate
whisper an invocation:
Let ritual nurture goodwill
Let underworld blooms
swamp all famine

Tonight we imitate future parents
tiptoe through ritual
let the unconscious possess us

We are blind
to ourselves
and each other
it doesn’t matter
it all fits exactly

Ashley Bovan

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