No light penetrates, waving goodbye at the entrance.
Like a monarch, it emerges at the other end.
In the flap of a wing, new possibilities unfurl.
Going back, the world is empty.
Explored to a husk.
No light penetrates, waving goodbye at the entrance.
Like a monarch, it emerges at the other end.
In the flap of a wing, new possibilities unfurl.
Going back, the world is empty.
Explored to a husk.
Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
Turned into fragility,
We gasp as moon swallows sun.
We call it: “catastrophe,” as if — it is different.
A child nursed of negligence.
Yes, it is not ours —
In the skeletal frame of a fence,
nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,
Where vines wind up and veins wrap down:
a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love.
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