Understanding of Failure

Being the medicine for chaos, she moves

along the unanticipated path.  Everything is


felt inside: a reflection of what lies

before her.  She appreciates tearing


because she is that thing between Worm

and God.  The existence of being


exists in reflection of closed eyes. Tunneling

into the earth below finding all the roots


to all that grows, then her hands unfurl into wings

with feathers to break free from all paths


ascending to the cosmos through her own

lacerated channel.


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