A Mothered Nature

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I tore through her forrest of thorns

slowly becoming crazed,

the faster I galloped,

the more I panted.

 

I saw her horizon line,

bathing like temptation

against the heat of 

a thousand shadows lifting their gazes.

 

Her arms outstretched

meant to hold the moon

the world

the universe.

 

Her warmth, so inviting 

yet minutely uncomfortable,

as the sun hovered over our world

setting fires down her paths.

 

I lepped, and staggered into her arms,

a moment too late,

as she turned and ran into her hollow cage.

Safe from love,

safe from fait.

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