An eclipse shapes overlapping shadows that soften each shadow's fragmented edge in a tendriled silver maple named grandpa. Crows chatter on grandpa's arms, and moths soft-winged and covered with dust, gather. I wanted a newer and brighter light so you tightened the dry fire coil and split a white ash and set it on fire you fused the transformer with pear-shaped brass and made lightning from a dome of sky directing asteroids toward the river we said this would be our crystal life gathering in the upper atmosphere propped up with the songs of wooden sparrows |
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