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Madame Equilibria.

So she roams
the sweet earth, seeks
her soil, a rich land,
a thick blanket

for dreams
to impregnate

for comfort that hugs
the roots
that branch, wind down
and out,

dreaming and awake,
wedding the yearning
for the sky
with the ever-seductive
pull of Gaea.

Journeying into darkness
as she grows towards the fire,
receptive to it all.

Strong enough to rise,
not proud enough
to be taken
by the fall,

that she shall find
her place



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