~defined like water to the moon she rises undiluted & distilled her breath spills saffron fog on the bay as if smoke chasing shadows she is the after-storm that birthed the sun the color of her name paints time splits a moment in half to blue an unmade sky with the gravity of ghosts & a wild light lifted from long-ago her flight, as perfect as a #poem her wings, a vessel to move us
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