the water flows up.
five streams.
and the dove upward thru the tunnel gods hand
god’s hand
petals and rain plops flowing amongst the lilies and their fetal pads.

no peering eyes of hunters.

nobody’s tying us to the trees.
the trees, they are wings in mountains.

we do poses.

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