There is a place for us to be a lone whole.
You belong to the wildest magic,
a wobble untethered is still a wobble.
Turning off and on she rides through chakras.
The wildest magic belongs in you
screaming a song of home.
She lights the chakras in waves.
Holding you until you are strong enough to hold
screaming a song of home.
around a bonfire of sparks showing the way.
Strength enough to hold.
A spinning top gathering stars.
A bonfire of rising sparks.
When you wobble untethered
showing you how to gather stars.
A place to heal wholly alone.
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