The unlaid egg
is a grantor
for
today
Here
Where the breeze reigns
I bend
Allow
Bite off the broken nail
Celebrant of drops
of blood
That throb
My fingertips
Red
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The unlaid egg
is a grantor
for
today
Here
Where the breeze reigns
I bend
Allow
Bite off the broken nail
Celebrant of drops
of blood
That throb
My fingertips
Red
After years of yoga, retreats and sessions with spiritual teachers, I was
I read “Mercury,” my first book by rebel poet Ariana Reines, while on