The line between

Where is the line between this world
and the next? Or is it, rather, that
pool the shamans use—a screech of
arctic owl, wizard eyes glistening in the
midnight sun? This hedge of perfumed
skin that’ll sink one day into the
grave? Breaking dawn, a nuthatch
cry from a winter limb? Or more, this
gigantic love we feel that tears a
moment open in a kind of knowing

2 Replies to “The line between”

  1. “Or more, this
    gigantic love we feel that tears a
    moment open in a kind of knowing” Beautiful

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