The river goes on and on, and the

January 31

The river goes on and on, and the
Sea that divides us is a
Temporary one, and the
Bridge will bring us back together

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We will build the Bridge from timber felled from the trees that grew from the seeds they buried because they thought we were dead, dead to ourselves and dead to the Light, but we weren't even sleeping just pretending to be in hopes they would leave us alone finally, but they will buy anything and sell everything, they want our stories to mill into grain to feed the beast that sleeps under the stairs, the beast that came from elsewhen and tore a hole in all of us that they say can never heal but we are healers and lovers and children of the moon and there is nothing beyond our grasp if only we have the courage to reach the other side, the side between the inhale and the exhale where the fourth sister lives tilling the land and waiting for us to plant our gardens with the Holy Word to grow the holy wood and use it to Build. That. Fucking. Bridge.