Weaving and being woven
In the dazzling intensity of affinity
Who or what is being born so brightly?
As fluids, vaporized by distance
Pulse and magnetize each other,
So cross the warm skin of the night sky
As shimmering gold and silver clouds
In which a pearl moon throbs and dances
On the edge of a day, a life, a morning to be re-born.
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