Heart of Star (Poem)

Shying from green to grain
you crawl down towards
the beginning of self.
Weary, you wander
deeper, sonder
finding passages
no one remembers.
The glow is blue and gold,
your eyes drinking
blinking to capture and
lashes filtering
the edges of Old.


You know the stem above
craves your return
for without you
how will it know the angle
of the heat star’s heart?
You start
glancing back at
the secret of birth
and you wonder–


is this where the moon was born?


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