From a poetry prompt by Andrew Watt: #50wordpoem
Ten lines, five words per line.
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It is our not seeking
the Mystery that pushes us
into the poverty of Spirit.
Wake up before dawn: see,
on the lawn below you
the Dark Mother looks up,
catches your eye, smiles, beckons.
Your choices: deny her and
turn away, or climb down
and go where she goes.
Dark Matter 
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