Let me be the bread that rests within your belly
Offering you sustenance that gives you your life
Let me burst your knowledge with wisdom of a sensei
Pushing, pulling, tugging, grueling like a midwife
Let me pulse through your veins as a shibboleth
Quenching your thirst from emotionally arid plane
“Out, out brief candle”, quoting your enemy’s breath
Let me protect your soul, warm your hands again
Mare Martell 
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Thanks Joel. I’m going to dive back into you again
You’re welcome Mare, anytime.