An ocean of song
tin coined beneath
her. Silken sashes of
wave like tides. Her dances
solo—bared—feet for
solidarity. Goddess
Isis Protectus from
ourselves. We dance
for thee. Dreamed
weaver and keeper
of this throat to eat
the word: our mother
and four fathers. Will
drown in song dance
in the raging rivers of this.
Flood.
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