November 8th.

I go with the flow 
of lines and grooves carved into the earth
I pass by often
though you don't always see me
I have a talent of being invisible,
unknown to the world
yet so very essential.

I bare no life
yet I create it all the time
from nothing
it appears,
and I cradle it in my swaying arms.

I am the barer of energy,

the keeper of mystery and myth and truth.
I am the solevent of souls
and substances of the like
that linger in the depths;
I am
the blood and bone of the earth,
the life and death of everything.


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