do you see what grows for our mother
out of the ground she calls them
they do glow under the dim light.
and for years she has cultivated them.
Brought them close to her chest and let them lie in her womb
Within the cave they crawl
closer close to the mountaintop
they wish to be with Odechee
and surround her altar with wonder
the soft yarn has grown to embrace these mounds of stone
and with their gifts combined they praise their creator
O.
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