Welcome to this new blue
world: a more distant dot
concealed within folds
of our deep fervor
where rivers run unchecked
to unburden husks
of open hands and mouths,
from which red-orange
molten light of words
rise up as fortress, monsoon
cloud, kingdom of language
translating sisters & lovers
into indomitable being
where once our skin
blistered and broke
our names washed up
bloodless, expired onto shorelines
to be consumed by the rollicking
from that lament of time,
that scar of gravity
scraping at our feet;
instead -- here we run
like we never ran before
laughing so hard our tears
ripen and drop as figs, forsythias
and our golden arms grow pinions
to finally lift up into this sun the kernel
bursting from within our throats
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