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THE APOCRYPHA OF NORTHERN CUL-DE-SACS
Sulis, the butterflies and the bugs: an entomology of souls
Joanne Harris
Sulis B, by Andrew Taylor, 2021
being an insect
the sounds of circular white light
disturbed,
by only the fluttering of the july butterfly flight,
sulis the goddess of life
rising and setting
in a timelessness of space
all underneath her
face towards their evolutionary race.
dawn's first light breaks,
a web mist morn
the buck calls
humans still, sleep
as the day announces it is open,
we hear the truth of life spoken,
through the sound entanglements drawn across
each other,
the instruments made to invoke
who we really are,
the light of sulis,
our soul star.
we are all bugs and butterflies reaching
for her light.
we are full of vibrations as night falls we go,
her warmth is remembered
in the buck moon glow.
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