I am looking plant you in your home.
mosses of thy womb if I raise
wet tree and turns,
if flooded river song or you
rate rises on the banks.
I'm in you-naked-
as
child playing the auroras.
the house reverberates with your name
companion
forces to erect. Maternal child
our
yours, I am here with you
rescuing the grass
thresholds.
- Oscar Wong
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