[Aeons quest eye on]

Aeons quest eye on  
                     prob limp race  
      Eeeee burrow @ a tomb  
well arm’d glossy head Head limp 
hearT                   Never met a muscle couldn’t raptivate
        H                            inside    y/our dark neat holdshout
        R                  O                  if ever words would 
        B                   Free me 
                                        From your open book 
                   Writing in Soil  
                                          Heartheartheartearthearth glad to bee
    a live wing

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“I, imp, rove eyes and ear, thank on my feet in response to heart tugs (invitations). In this sense, all I do/make-do is giving back—the gift—in response to the gift of being invited; in this case a little birdie named Divya Victor summoned me and I responded. Thank you.”
—Julie Ezelle-Patton