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Ai Firefly Apr 2021
supple grasp, branches,
or poured hem, Aurora's blue,
yield tightened birdsong
Ai Firefly Apr 2021
I am rooted &
therefore I reach

the moon reflects

upon my feet, music is cubism
in twin with gritted teeth
a pavement keyed dark

& light pierced with golden
spindles of stacking

dust, inwardly green
with midnight, navy

a blanket of silence
worn to resonate

— The End —