The Shift – Poetry

She entered the Shift, where
blood trickled from the rotting hollow of Nuin,
an entrance to the world between-
Mother's womb portal.
She swam the sea between the roots,
the neural knotwork labyrinth, where
mycelium transmissions whisper
through droplets of water.
She tasted the scent of death on her lips, where
fruit is birthed from decay,
the Salmon glides downstream,
the Raven swims the spiral.
Birthed from the hollow,
pushed back into the present,
she cannot unsee the mystery,
reborn a whole new human being entirely.

- Stephanie Lowrie

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