Autumn Harvest

You are crazy,

No.

You are wild,

untamed,

free.

You are the circumference of everything savory.

You exhale nebulas,

Your laughter births galaxies.

You are mystique,

Deep.

A daughter of the nameless forest and the sacred water,

You speak

the song

of the soothing cowry.

You are a spawn of a language unknown

within yourself

You are always at home