every hair an antenna
every signal a flame
listening is not an imperative
she's
a slinky walk
a sharp-tipped recoil
a flaring strike
then sinking back into darkness
murmuring in the loud silence
receptively quiet amidst whirring life
she knows every ripple on earth
human minds call her a god
her knowing is deeper than mind
wider than body
longer than soul
all the waves connect and convey
through her blood stream
every choice to move
aligns with the whole of life
her blackness again
submerges into the shadows
her golden eyes
glow with fire
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