( so you fly, by appelle.moi.naive. )
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'promised land path'
mythological fingertips brushing incomparable worlds.
this daughter of earth and sky, weaving together the space outside the sensory mortal with the textured dust of bone and vessel and ghosted memory .
a promised land path 'tween the celestial and the earthly.
anticipation itself.
can it be that the incongruent force of such a merger, the barren heath tangling with the fruit filled sky in hovering mist, gives birth to island galaxies and dimensions as yet unknown?
or, perhaps, it is rather the simplest molecule of partnered perfection...
a breath exhaled, hovering in foggy dew above the moors.
waiting in tiptoed anticipation of the unsuspecting, the unknowing, the wandering soul.
(here. a shepherd traversing the land in focused, frantic search of the sheep, only to taste the stars on inhaled breath.)
yes, this is it. as intuition calls by fluttered whisper within. it is only after, in that place where the force behind the subtlety releases in ringing bells. a vibration traveled through shaking finger and stolen muscle memory. limbs collapsing in the wake of such weight.
our pendulum bodies, tipped at either end of life in ephemeral grasp of these foreign spheres. left vulnerable to the gravitational pull of quaking lands and fluttering heartbeats.
theia's generous proffering of light, however fleeting it may prove.
for this is the goddess. not creature, but patient protector that lies within. in that promised land path 'tween body and soul.
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