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Oct 2014
You're swirling in embered light
Gravity breathing out of your pores
I am a comet, burning ice in my wake
And you are the sol I come too close to

If I could breathe anything, it would be lilies
If you could hate anything, it would be air
You are so bright that when I close my eyes
I can see nothing but feathered fire

At the center of the universe, there's a tree of souls
Eris and Phobias collect its molt
They rain it down through the smog 'till it shatters on concrete
I watch as you catch it on your tongue

I found you on the drenched roof
Pale and glowing and still
Stars clinked in the sky with a diamond jangle
One had fallen, burrowing under your skin

And you told me you were sick with trying
And you told me that it hurt to burn
And you were cold and apathetic
You were you, but not the one that knew me

You flamed and flamed and flamed and flamed
You crashed and told no one at all
I miss you and I love you
Though you shine so differently now
Prompt (from Inked): Take a line from this poem and use it as the first line for yours. (Poem: "For My Son, Reading Harry Potter", by Michael Blumenthal)
Time limit: 30 minutes
Edited: no

Original line: "atwinkle in some firmament of light"
Chloe
Written by
Chloe  Bald Eagle Land
(Bald Eagle Land)   
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