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Stephe Watson Jan 2019
I spiral happ’ly in,
I feel my flesh
dissolve to wet, to
gaseous mess
and flow flow flow
into the asterism
that is her extra latte French roast
Eye...

She asks, “What do you see?”
I see Himalayan diamond dust,
the wind as particle, sharing the
Sun in glints.
I see spiral arms and accretion discs.
I see stardust, moondust, lovedust
in great grand colorful interwebbings of
lust, of truth, of song, of delight, of Us.
I see RGB Grand Walls of stars;
organized in mind but cosmologically
principled.
I see the possibilities of galaxies -
Unformed
              Adrift
                                            Reaching
  Cooling
Collecting
  Heating
Sparking.
Life giving life.
Lifegiving, Life.
I see an unspoken Universe
of Dust -
Awake to Dance,
to dance to Life.
I see Love.
I see Beauty.
I see worlds not yet.
I see suns unshone.
I see comets unknown.
I see tidepools.
I see fields of fuzzies.
I see Seas.
I see mountains and valleys.
I see Forest.
I see Love.
I see her, and in her,
I see a world, a cosmos, a way;
a way I’d rather be.
A way I’d rather live.
I see Love.
I see her.

Through tears,
I see
the limitless warmth of an unlimited
Un         iv         er         se
in her tawny toffee coffee
Eye.
Annie Graves May 2021
Well, it's spare the rod and spoil the child, right?
So I'll spare the parents and burn the whole village tonight
For all of us forced to smother and bury our lights
Unshone stars who were killed out of spite
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2019
Within the depths of all I fear,
a voice holds me at bay

And clears a path, my soul to roam,
to stumble on its way

The darkness lures, a light unshone,
new words to keep me strong

As legend steals what fact denies
—beyond all right or wrong

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

— The End —