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Aug 2019
Pleiades seven maidens sigh,
The sweeping, coruscating gown of stars,
In stillness-rapt, the cosmos in collective gasp,
At Atlas, his amalgamated bulk of last breath.

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We breathe in the gown of ending,
The snake tongues of our synapses
Flicking out the decomposed praeludium
For the saprobic stars to feed off the detritus of night.
The Pleiades were the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas and the Ocean nymph Pleione.  The myth varies as to why Zeus transformed them into stars: either to honor them after killing themselves at their father’s burden or in helping them escape the advances of Orion.
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  54/M/Virginia
(54/M/Virginia)   
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