BHAKTI
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Magdalena Ball (Australia)
Devotion
cannot be bound
parcelled out
as absolution.
yellow
wattles flowering
an offering, puja
leaning in
astringent air.
Everything changes.
A childhood home
a body broken into its
constituents.
We’re all equal
in the end.
these beautiful, needy
wacky lives
you built into your own
shrine, petals
branching in formation
from zero, equal to the
sum
of the preceding
two numbers, a spiral
distribution of seeds
ashes and need.
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