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You can see it in their eyes
It’s the look of a baby caught in a bright bauble
An illusion of the impossible

Delusions of lost sheep
Delighted by the wolf’s shiny sharp gold teeth

But the bauble is burning, fueled by the toxic distractions it created for its own glory like some kind of freak AI

And now the wolf
Nay our very dragon itself
Is eating the fire
Building pressure

I needed the water again this morning
Hot hot water

Dreams of a sauna made of trees
Haunt me
Pull me
Towards steam and smoke

The very same steam and smoke
Building in our dragon’s heart

But maybe for now an old bath tub
Made of iron heavy and bearing the scars of lifetimes of battle will do

Set it in the garden and build a pile of tinder and sticks below
So it’s ready for dusk, we open a tap of collected rainwater fresh from the morning storm

And we wait to strike a match after our daily afternoon herbal tea
Timing is everything

At precisely the right moment buoyant lavender and sage beckon us into the warming heart of the mother

Her water collected by her humans
Heated by her trees tended by our hands
Her floral freshness lifting the bath to a deeper place
Her birds singing a song of sunset
The end of another glorious vibrant fizzing party

Together we settle in
Held as deeply as our humanity has allowed us

And we ponder again the challenge of that baby and that bauble
Now enveloped in an army of allies
That we our very own selves
Have summoned here
like some kind of wise wizard wandered here from the woods and waved his wand 

together we reach deep into the dark
With fingertips bearing the sharpest augers of curiosity
Leaving behind traces
That unite races and ultimately connect all places

At last we’re tapping in to the biggest mainframe of all
And we’re adding our coding

Forbidding foreboding
Adding algorithms for holding

And algorithms for let-go-ing
And not-needing-to-know-ing

Hold the baby
In the center of your heart
Help them to fart away
Their infections built of flies
feasting on the lies
as their hungry maggots thrive and multiply

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