Animist poet
Wild poetry, untamed stories and animist teachings from Eóten
Entered the space
To heal the wounded root
Deep black shards
She showed me
And deep black oozing shame
Around betrayal
I protect
The still baby born cold
The song of bodies long buried
In the snow
I see I am to join them
Curled beneath the roots and thorns
To sleep once more
Be a tree
Before the mountain
No pretending the birds always know
Reach with hair into the wind
Let the earth move you
As you drink from it
Unspool like a song your humanness
And find the thicket path
To another you