Theremin

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The tide of my blood rises
as the Heat peaks
in cricket hysteria.

My body wrapped in herbs
picks up the thudding pulse
of the Earth Womb
& becomes the magnetic pole
of iron-red ants.
My skin tingles under
their bewildered march
- but I lay open to their
hosts & hoards & armies,
learning from their
erratic hesitation
a new Morse code.

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always reaching out

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The sound of His Voice
- almost unbearably vibrant here -
sends me into waves of shock.
Like a theremin,
I let my body
sing His praise
- the instrument resting
once more
between the hands of its maker.
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