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In the back’s low hollow sometimes
a weightless hand guides me, gentle pressure
so I tack soft as a sailboat. (Go there)
Soften the space between your eyes (smudge
of eucalyptus), the third eye
opens. There’s the wide vermilion sky
that cradled us before birth,
and the sun pours its golden sap
to preserve me like His precious insect.
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