i just found this poem my mom wrote
ix hermit
eyes closed on the world,
ears full of heart-blood thrum,
belly breathing to ease
the dry wishes in sorrow's well.
in a labyrinth of walking stars
held by night's black bowl
heaven's gate unlocks.
the dimensional god flows through.
wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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