diving into lashes, into hairs
woven to resemble the most
beautiful, i am stuck someplace
dreaming that your face
resurface from sunrises,
caging the light and fluttering
against atoms, hovering above
sparks, fireworks, a thousand
and one ways to unescape,
love lost in its own wild,
incessant laughter, lost in its
own unlosing, meditating to
the grace that is your name,
finding fragrance, finding mist.
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