Maybe the smoke of lemon grass will raise this room. Maybe if it is waved and danced and chanted over - words of spiritual forfeit - then peace will find me. Answers will descend. Beating wings from hummingbird heaven or plants underneath me, nourished by my surrender, or riotous demons with thunder for laughing - I will be taken by what claims comfort because I do not want to be alone in the end.







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