Blood Moon

on the remembering of body and land

Blood Moon Dunes 18x18” Acrylic on Wood.

Like cascading rivers,

dust spirals in the open,

the air a carrier,

for whats unspoken,

carved by the invisible force,

unseen, but implied,

you will be molded,

by this to survive.

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Not that you chose,

what was shaped within,

neural pathways form,

contorted voices spoke,

why you were born,

your worth measured,

by how well you conform.

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what your body knows

you learned to deny,

as well as remembering,

your earthly mitochondria,

and the sound of their cries,

addicted to extraction,

left of your essence,

only a fraction.

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Your cells turning on each other,

forgetting their origin,

the soil becomes deranged,

blood stains the sand,

ice caps melt,

earthquakes felt,

it’s a natural progression of land,

a product produced,

from the insatiable thirst,

of the ever hungry man.

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Aching with amnesia,

I reach to remember,

we will reap what we sew.

No one wins,

until power is surrender.

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I feel the wound in my womb,

when I bleed with the moon,

as the snake eats its tail,

umbilical cord cut,

as we continually devour,

It’s time to wake up.

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The earth shakes and breaks stagnancy,

volcanos purge rage,

wild fires burn infection,

tsunamis wash complacency,

hurricanes clear deception.

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I am her mountains and rivers,

her desert dunes and oceans waves,

I am her winters,

her jungles, and lakes.

I am now what molded me,

the programming and the patriarchy,

I am the only,

unfolding,

as I rewrite the coding.

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to find a way home to her,

back to the blood that pulses,

the rivers of my veins,

the branches in my nerves,

the mycelium in my brain.

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I am her,

in all of her sunny skies and rain.