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AB Bedran (They/She)
As I wait upon the lost hours,
When night is a blanket
I wrap around myself,
Holding our ancestors,
A pillar of light greets me
On the other side of the threshold.
Undoing all of me
to behold,
Glowing epiphanies
Sinking into forgotten dreams,
Soul composting
I have become the dirt
So go ahead, unearth me
Like seeds remembered, holy.