Chiron

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You were born

From a wound

Cut from safety

Delivered into

Cold wind

Received by

Broken hands

Wound

Is your Origin

You are made from

Sacred thread

Stretching back

To the beginning

Of time

To the wound

That broke this world

Into existence

So drink the nectar

Of never ending grief

From your open wounds flow

The dark winds

Of power

Throw away your

Mending tools

Drink deeply

And receive

Your wound is a

Chalice

Overflowing with

The elixir of

Life

You cannot heal it

It heals you