All over the world snaking across her railroads, pavement, sidewalks
What they call progress creaks against her chest.
They say there’s cancer in the breast.
It started out as only a bad feeling,
The dream she tucked away.
That in the beginning was a song.
One heart beat.
And out sprung this human family.
Our place in an unending circle.
That kept up the repeat.
From an earthquake’s sound.
The atmosphere carried the melody.
Her daughters grew up. She wanted them to have the best.
And kept giving away pieces of the song.
Thinking they would remember the words.
But something took all the singing and blurred out the middle.
Pickled spirits in bottles.
Measured success in lives trapped under nine to fives,
Debt, hearts full of what if?
And the stars kept sparkling, smiling, swirling in the dark.
Between them shadowed pastures where spirit deer mix with the song.
Galaxy snakes through.
Together eating the cancer bit by bit.
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