art Ross Bannister
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My
body
a conduit
. . a temple . .
body
a conduit
. . a temple . .
Gossamer threads
connect me
with light
with stardust
with stories
Twin serpents
coil and weave
around my
sturdy spine
caressing bone
creating sparks
My being is
tangled with
all that is
The exhaling
of the universe
etches me
with its
breath
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