Sprung from the Ground

Peeling an orange is similar
to waking up in the morning

Each body contains
its own atmosphere

Each one drinks from the well
of forgiveness

Put on a crown of lights

There will be a parachute waiting
for each of us

What could be more pure
than our bodies falling through the sky

falling in the face of the sun

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