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She who is One She who is All She who speaks in spirals. She who is the lion's roar the father's snore the smell of fall and hugs. She who sings to swans ripens berries and opens blooms of plumped heirlooms. She who echoes in caves seduces at raves shrieks until the glass breaks open my heart. She who mothers in full decays the old plants the seeds of new shows me what's most true. She who has many names has played many games uncovered my shames cannot be tamed. She who is me. I who is She. Humbly, I evoke thee.
This poem is from Hunni Bloom’s poetry book, Healing: Cum and Dance.
