After Blueberry Elizabeth Morningsnow I am a seed. Breathe a circular breath. Pulse. My heart becomes an eye. I see through a web of cut patterns To say the ring of seven spheres carries the planets, moon, and solstice sun To say a sphere of fixed stars and the zodiac To say an outer blue ring holds solid the phases of the moon Black sage bound in red and white thread. Smoke palpitates in the peripheral. Earth a bull’s-eye in the medicine wheel. I root south – the Way of the Healer. My eye extinguishes sage in small stones ✱✱✱
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