It was a round room
Filled with five people, small
We turned animal, in a good way
Yowling, howling, with angels
Singing in the space between
When it came to me in the center,
I entered without expectation
Taken by surprise by the size
Of movement that emerged
The surging urges were
Held in the container, candlelit
I stopped, thinking to
Occupy less space and time
But the group urged me
And I found I was not finished
Dove back into the deep
To find my changes
And surfaced, a new self
to carry into this new year

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