Spinning Silken Lines at Night
- The White Phoenix
- Jul 17, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 25




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Spinning silken lines at night,
I sew them into reveries with my ink.
Tapped into Infinity hid behind my breath,
my hands weave wisdom worth more than pearls.
All the women I used to be—
I feel them whispering through me now.
All the notes they played— they wake with my call.
Settling into the sisterhood within,
I bound my soul, my spirit, my higher-self, to me.
Breath by breath, word by word, my bloodline bellows freely.
I’m an inventor, I’m an alchemist, I’m aligned with my intrinsic divinity.
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