Dance with black light,
Caressing galaxies.
They summon the
Impossible creatures,
Singing themselves to flight.
And stars bear witness,
Grit-cling to the singers
Bring new life, heavy and wise.
And I scribble enigmas,
Sleep-starved, sitting
Propped against nature,
Breaking it thread by thread
Watching the flowers die.
A friend posted this link recently, and it was clearly percolating away in my mind. I rejected all prompts, much to my body’s annoyance, until I remembered this one. Did I mention that I’m quite tired at the moment?
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