entering the ether and entering the wild have looked like the same god for a while 
one that likes the quiet enough to enjoy listening
i know peace over and over again because i gave the trees their due diligence 
but you can only learn so much from peace 

i adorn flesh and blood like the newest fashion trend that my friends flattered me into 
stitched into the fabric of puss and dust mites and membranes and easter candy and bonfire smell and little dogs that yap and family heirlooms 
this world is a busy print that i’ve let it sit in my closet for too long 
to be fair, the things of the wild don’t adorn anything at all

maybe I wanted to try every stitch on for myself 
become a master seamstress of reality
that entails permission from the gods and i’ve kinda always followed my own rules 
if they allow it did I would never forgive them for keeping the winning tapestries for themselves 

if you never get the chance to get the wind knocked out of you do you really know how to feel? 

flesh and blood 
a funny thing to make the chosen out of 
so feeble as if designed that way 
so feeble so we don’t have to spend our lives trapped as one entity forever
we can mold into new bodies every 100 or so years and feel the sun a new way each time 
if it resembles the truth, I can accept it’s simplicity 

birthright is more personal than the patterns of the divine anyway

[Emma Hancock has always had conversations with the dead and divine alike. After eloping with the Appalachian mountains, she’s reverted back to her first love: poetry. Based in Boone, North Carolina with her own book on the way, Emma is thrilled to share her brain in print for the very first time. You can find previous musings on her instagram at @e313anthology.]