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Stingray Energy

A stingray surfaces

Burnt upon my stomach.

A darkened, prominent patch

Slowly snaking upwards.

The linea nigra

Leaves a trailing wake

Induced from my pubis,

A shagreen homage

To my spinal growth,

My self-sufficiency

And electricity

As I smoothly glide

Into true blue motherhood.

I examine the pulse

Of animal activity

Centred around my navel,

The heart of a sound,

An origin story

Concocting the every-now,

This storming purpose

Where all my utterances

Gather to transmit.

🎨/📷 by Mark Rothko, No. 61 (Rust and Blue) [Brown Blue, Brown on Blue], 1953

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