she gives birth to you

her eyes peer into the bottom of her nearly drained canteen
she contemplates what’s left here
on this ball of life
half empty or half full?
this ball
do the dreamers I’s truly make a difference
in the end?
are they not all skywalkers
in the end?
to translate in subtle yet deathly accurate details
the means for their survival
a task she musk grant to each and every one
but this is not WORK
the way the humans have come to think of it
there are no punch cards in her life
her body IS and therefore
her work is done
dancing with her dearest lover
she gives birth
to you
and longs for you to seek her out
within your own heart.

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