We were spinning wishes in the phases of the moon that night when our burdens dissolved into a pool of liquid mica. You said divine rebellion is in the air and the darkness is ripe with receptivity
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Really enjoyed the flow and feel of this. Ending with the more concrete description was a great contrast and ending to the the rest of the piece. Lovely!
What amazing images - this is a lovely prose poem. I especially loved "Christ is a prism," and "in the morning, my soul unfolded in concentric circles."
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