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Earthborn

  • Kelsey Clifton
  • Apr 30, 2015
  • 1 min read

Do not show me an urban goddess

and expect that I should worship

at her cold altar, for it is as sterile as

the rods that hold it up.

Give me instead the Earth,

with her round and lusty shape.

I will nestle between her hills

and drink of her rivers,

bury my line deep within her soil

and watch it thrive through the years.

I will tear down what man has used to cover her,

'Til she lies naked and true beneath my hands.

Let her soft folds welcome me home,

back to basics, back to religion.

Back to wonder and discovery,

Dirt and hearth, power and trust.

Keep your proud Venus,

delicate and sweet.

Give me Gaia, who can bear

my weight, body and soul.

 
 
 

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