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Is this light around me my own,
For then whence did I grow eyes?
Infantile am I
Inside this caterpillar hide [[a secret]]
From the rainiest of nights spent
Trickling down
My aviating spine…

All the seraph’s tears blessing
The kindest miracle of time
[[[Upon these two who rest under the
Purple moonlight stroking skins
Without a care in sight…]]]
I stare upon the heavens as I kiss
Their gentle sighs…
I take the stars I've soak to my love
Against my side, & watch as they procreate into the
Wind’s solemn alibi… I feel I am shedding... can you see
Too
The wave of maybe a hundred million
Butterflies,,, Frolicking into this new galaxy...?