The bloop is out there
Resounding its yop around
The far side of the sunless ocean
As far away as the moon to us
In waters that would crush steel like tin cans
Some say it’s a massive colony of algae
Some say the biblical kraken
Maybe its the beating Heart of Mother Earth
That we hear in this womb of atmosphere
Telling us it is time to wake and be born
To swim out of the cradling waters
Into the harsh old light of the birthing room
Of the universe waiting for us to take first steps
Away from the dreams and terrors
Towards growth and wholeness
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