This might not be it
This might not be it:
the door to the inner chamber
the hidden levels of my spirit
the light searching about the sky
This might not be it:
the window receiving new visions
the air swirling freshness to the open
the search breathing freer during the night
This might not be it:
the stairway up to the depths
the moist earth shaping my womb
the ground rooting and growing again
This might not be it
but whatever it is
I'm here for it
and won't depart
until something births
and I am more than dust
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