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Swirling clouds of colored gas
left over from the distant past
emancipation,
a subtle shift in the light

Drifting, you
start to miss the stars
that crawled over your eyes
and shielded them from shadows

As for myself,
I think I've fallen in love
with the idea of it,
soporific, infinite, sublime

You act like I'm some
distant vibrant thing,
vivid in color, but poorly defined
and never solid

I see a nebula
a cascade of stars
straightening their spines
in sequence

can you hear the sudden hush
of a shifting universe?
remove the feathers from your hair
and breathe.

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