lost wax

first cast in your shadow
messy culture forging my-th
years in chairs, on cushions
a digestive fire in spite, while still
cutting out your castings.

none owns the sun
constellates the perfect cast of
in relation we run.

seared will’s imagining
dipped in destinal springs
casting  downward to find
quiet blossom in the roots.

thou art
my bumpers, obstacles
into chiseled stepping stones
resistance made brittle
uprighted into this relational
alchemical foundry of one.

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