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Lights flicker through the window
moonbeam and sunrays
take intermittent shifts
I observe in stillness
Venus plays another number
bodily sensations
summertime phantom
breastmilk retracted
tear ducts ascending a
widowed sky
deep earth womb
pregnant with life, alone
stasis
dissolving
© Nimila, Studio Shyama
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wolves come at night
the gap between wanting to know and being is wide open like a womb giving perpetual birth. mold between the creeks of dawn.







So much with so little here.
beautiful and real ❤️