Born of the aubergine spirit, seeped deep within dusted
soil
Weeded fruit of iridesce nebula, sleek as silk and black as
arterial breath
Mica wealth of flecked irises, fathoms of tranquil night
alit by toil of neuro-hives
Where have I come?
Where have I been?
Breezes stir hair of juniper, mint, and rosemary earth
Pheromone traces of orange, jasmine, and moss laden stones
I am veins as green as my age, blue as the bells that rang
me home
I’m bare feet and bared breasts, palms upturned to receive
all light
I was wombed in ancient roots, birthed in venerable salt,
raised amongst feral hearts
Who is mother to such wild spring?
A body of knowledge both dead and everlasting
E.A. O'Connell
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