Night unbuttons me
Daylight names what rises out
Between them I stand
Half shadow
Half shine
A hinge the horizon keeps turning
And still the sky waits
Holding its breath
As if my cracking might redraw its constellations
Even the wind pauses
Listening for the truth beneath my ribs
And in that thin
Trembling silence
The world leans closer
As though I were a doorway
It has been trying to remember
A threshold carved from breath and bone
Where two kingdoms trade their crowns
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