I opened up someone
who should not be opened up.
She’s many thousands of
years,
maybe millions of years away
from being ready to be
opened up.
But I did it anyways
cuz that’s what I do;
flippant, curious, voracious.
And light and love
came violently screaming out
of her and pouring into her.
A being misunderstanding
their self,
misunderstanding my being.
Afterwards,
the oak trees called me
to them,
asked me what I had done and
why did I do it.
I said
it was for carnal earthen reasons.
And they conveyed,
oh star stuff Nova,
you still have so many ways
to grow and so many things
to learn.
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