Grass blades genuflect,
weight pulls the air.
She knows this place,
inside herself,
with its heat
diffused logic.
The symmetry,
(nature and herself)
aligns her vertabrae
along the earth.
And in her mind,
she sees herself
dreaming of her,
as she is right now.
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