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I asked the stars in my sky what they believed
about GOD(S) and SOULS and PRAYER

it was blooming too much

my head

and my heart

and my spirit(?)

caught up

knotted

i need(ed) more than me

to think

and feel

and be(?)

given where I’ve felt
alive
and “source-adjacent”
it seemed
right to write
as a way to
muddle and explore

not that
this writing
was the right muddle-method
just a muddle-method

right for me

right for now