Easter.

A fresh world of dews.
Are we the ego,
that batters you so?
Seeking lord & kings
to ride along with,
conquering.
There’s a god for
all things and
we’re part of,
not just for women
but for turtles
and mosquitos.
The grass can
hear the command,
why do we hide
like sin?
What’s wrong
with being?

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