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Into Aquarius (with translation)

Let’s walk 
so eyes on the ruby may
find a new heart
among the mercy of wildflowers
and every breath comes home.

Make it shit!

Let’s walk 
so stories can wrap
like Navajo blankets around
the disappearing wisdom
of this broken clan and country.

Hug the bitch!

Let’s walk 
until we sigh soul deep
in thunderstorms and snow
turning blue with glacial melt
leaving Greenland and Peru.

I’m fine and you?

Let’s walk 
and trade one billion people
for a mantle thick in kin
vegetable, mineral, animal,
mother peace skin.

Shit bitch, how fine!

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