Freckles
Constellations
On pasted hide
Shooting stars
Through
Night's skylight
Light lingered
Milled to dust
Endless orbit
From fingertips breath
To transparent space
Burning to earth
I am made of stars
Stream grounded
By ceremony
Trance-like ritual
Crater held
Like a bowl of cherries
Wind swept skin
Exhaling lungs
Blow me to horizons
Untouched by silver star dust
Mixed with life unexpected
Given new flight
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