• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 04
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The Journey

I move through the purity of snow
my soul is cloaked beneath the bleed
of pink and blue.

My limbs float free
from the chains of gender.

My voice lives under the boundary
of my hat's brim

but barefoot, skirted
by the green of new growth,

I seek the mountain with the ear that
will listen; I have the words.