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The Rakuist Lunch
By walt | October 1, 2009
Exhaling into the Earth
Centering her skin
Initiating a opening
Spirit penetrates her fertile core.
Life pulls in all directions
Generating a globular shape
Death beckons the fruit to its funeral pyre.
Smoke, steam, and fumes billow
Dancing oxygen starved onlookers
Timing their alchemic attack.
Clawing into hot coals and ash 
Revealing matured sustenance
Results of the sacred dance.
Fiery hot petals pealed open
Revealing rows of golden beauty of the gods.
Gingerly salting, biting membranes
Savoring, swallowing cells ruptured
Love’s released essence.
Potter devours his a-maze-ing meal.
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