Lorenna Grant

Australia 


Our crowns are the tidal grasses of wetlands swaying to constellation code
Under We are earthly woundto threads of light
We arrange those sticks and stones that we have caught hidden for 1000 years

And now their tracks we pluck one by onethe courage and pain pings blinding dissolving them back to earth
We make up recipes that were long taken and forgotten

To ignite Divine We are learning our apothecary again gathering the tracks point by point back to the moon and the starsfrom where they fell because at the edge what is veil and what is not veil belongs to OneWe have scarsbut we are magnificentWe will turn it all to gold Beyond the veil
And you my Love are finally safe.

Lorenna Grant for Beyond the Veil

www.lorennagrant.com

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