I fold into the allegory
Horizon centrifuge
Erasing dreams along
The star-trail
My skin a metaphor
To the flesh of tears and ink
Into Indigo Blue
I reach out
Pink fingers looking
For your heart
Across the
Dawn in the shapeless air . . .
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