• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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We Look Up

From your still form
that discarded husk
of cooling flesh
to a river of stars
parting the maw
of darkness—
a spill of light
shining undiminished
from the first
a gift of brightness
between one empty night
and the next
swallowed down death's
long dark throat
only to rise
and turn again
across the wheel of sky