©June 4, 1999 by anita chandler
Immearsed in certainty.
Baptizing myself in salt salvation.
Wrapped in clear shimmers;
Their constant shine
Polishing my conscious.
Gliding on glass unbroken,
Swaying to the pulse of breath.
Knowing I'm real,
Alive in the belly of my Mother.
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