Coming Into Existence

She comes in like a whisper;
breathed into existence
like the gentle massage of waves on a shore,

Viscous streams of black
begin to approach white
before she even blinks,

The water’s tongue calm against compact soil;
it dips and bends
and it’s fingertips knead the earth,

Like waxen pearls
blooming under the waning moon

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