Poppy goddess,
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gentle muse of the eternal repose
she who moves dreamily
between sleep and silence
that which wanes in time
and that which ends utterly
pale, adoring luminary
at your breast we suckle
the milk of the fleshy orb
poppy goddess,
in our lingering lethargy
or passionate euphoria,
oh gentle final fate
of the garden of the gods
let slumber befall us,
oh kind red reaper
–Poppy Goddess, Angelina Nelson-J, 2009
