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Leafy Bones

Monday 16 April 2012

Starry Eyed Patchwork

My stars awake,
gas and bubble over tides
far distant
upon a time.
Beg my core
no more separation
and for eyes beyond the blind
aging glass.
We are Narnia without return;
live stock playing
the blackest stage perfection,
glimmering audience and ultimate canvas,
the world to meet the universe.
Burning, growing
long after
my stars and I have fallen
asleep.

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