pristine parchment folded out
epistles composed
astronomers dream
never will there be
an empty verse
we dawn our way
each carcass dissolving
within faint meandering
molten magenta
when these letters
found upon their page
become skies
do not mourn last light
become now
beyond each
garment
nimbus moths
have flown
into
dusk
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