SWELLING EXTENT OF CERTAINTY LIKE BRICE
nothing is bound at the wild hour of midnight
caterpillars circle Saturn's many titan rings
slowly and meticulously swimming between particles
of water and ice
and many new new moons
this our good fortune, a flood
a constellation of surprises
you and I dance the low dip
at base and spine
a fiery leaping trombone crest
lily spirit guides doused in peach morganite
this variety of beryl is more than empty
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