Creation

My gods, spirits and magic
are all stories, mothers’ dreams
of unborn daughters and swift-sailing
clouds that foretell
tomorrow. The world is naught
but the great breathing
of potential’s maw, written
out of nothingness and back again
as story enacted
me before I was born and will welcome
me home when I am gone.

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