Heart aching wild, I let go off all hunches,
Tending my inner child, blessings pouring forth
Causing me to be contorted in eighteen ways,
I lengthen my spine for the final jump out of the haze.
Life is calling and the stalemate has lifted
Its ugly veil, and I am loathe to chide or admonish
Charting a new tale of when I can give my gifted
Blood and bones at the altar of love,
Blessed from above in a mighty ethereal vest.
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