inseperable
offer me
your fingers,
to lift my skin,
redeem me, eden,
for i have heard
the songs of you,
as my sleep.
beneath this flesh,
where there is nothing
but the muscle
of creation,
and shared synapses,
i know you,
as my self.
join me, family,
in the unveiling
and invigoration.
we, are the people.
Ruth Rice-Sipila
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