my mother was born,
on a full moon,
during a rain storm,
it shattered so hard,
as delicate mirrors do.
mother,
how you arrived
gentle and frail,
giant like the wind,
a cup of morning bells
in the dawn.
gorgeous & bellowing,
how high the tides rose,
as she comes,
how she came,
lost to the sea of dreams.
in her flesh,
bare with white,
lilies frozen in their shell,
mimicking cloud berries,
how her wisdom grows.
and in the sea wind,
merchant tales,
the saint maidens lulling,
prayers to the sea gods,
she becomes,
moon stone,
rock,
jade green
among black.
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