Cotton Field

In Louisiana, the moon over
the cotton field where I ran
was my beacon, drawing me
away from home.

Alone late at night
I raised my hands and
I raised my chest,
arched my back,
And I projected myself into the deep dark
bed of stars, begging for absorption.

Often I would feel them transmitting
data into my abdomen,
Information I could not see or understand
but a feeling
I intuitively knew would unfold as wisdom
over the course of my life.

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