dimension (3rd/III)

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in my mothers realm
the trees rain pecans
fall is fresh & new

subtly my eyes fill
from her heart howls
the face of the universe

my weight pounces
the world beneath us
up above of us majesty
the body of the universe

she silences
& I whine


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