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The Bone Folder

This is the gift, she whispered.
This is the ash.  This is your soul,
transparent. Don't be afraid
of these thin needles. Wait.
I can help you hear me.

This is the bone folder, smooth
and flat, cold against your skin.
Listen as you draw it across, in
to that first moment of light.
These are the glorious rays
of my voice inside of you.