Held in the Origin Mother

Swaddle me in deep swells of the sea.

Allow her wet blanket to fold over, under, around each crevice.

Scrubbing the society clean.

Returning me to salt brine and grain.

Warmed in the origin mother.

Touch candle to womb fire flame.

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