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She told me, and I quote: “As a pagan-gnostic-pop-mystic, my religion is kissing– the ground, stones, twigs, children’s nubby fingers, hems of clothing, mouths.” To prove her word devout, she kissed me on the lips, then deeper, and I received … Continue reading
At the blank altar, a woman swallowed hard truths– no stone left unturned.
Fantail of spraylight, touching upon gray matter– stones gather to pray.
The heavy lifting of prayers unturned to first light– to each stone, a hand.
In the beginning, there were no words.