i pull my spirit
into the marrow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tucking the light
behind the bone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there is no sin
in the hollow hour<\/p>\n\n\n\n
or the branch
that stands unburdened
by the ghost
of its own blooming<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i am
the dark work
of the root<\/p>\n\n\n\n
tending
to the chemistry
of everything
i had to let go<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the gold that fell
is now the floor<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it is the soft
and heavy feast<\/p>\n\n\n\n
where my failures
turn to nectar<\/p>\n\n\n\n
under the weight
of the silver frost<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i offer no apology
to the ice<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for the quiet way
i am becoming<\/p>\n\n\n\n
less of a ghost
and more
of the wood<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the earth
does not ask
the snow to leave<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it only waits
to drink
the melting<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i am
the deep
and patient hunger<\/p>\n\n\n\n
resting
in the cradle
of the mulch<\/p>\n\n\n\n
feeding
on the wreckage
of my grief<\/p>\n\n\n\n
until the soil
forgets the sting<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and remembers
only how
to rise<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i am
the stillness
before the green<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the sacred rot
that holds
the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014lyra moon (the sacred rot that holds the sky)
april 6, 2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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i pull my spiritinto the marrow tucking the lightbehind the bone there is no sinin the hollow hour or the branchthat stands unburdenedby the ghostof its own blooming i amthe dark workof the root tendingto the chemistryof everythingi had to let go the gold that fellis now the floor it is the softand heavy feast…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":126,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-125","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"yoast_head":"\n