A discerning allowance
of garnet and fire
when angels flew
out of the burning wilderness
our little blue planet,
a captive bird,
cast out and tethered
by a river of gravity,
trapped in her cage, she
swings around the sister star
flying in circles as seasons pass,
through impossible delusions
riding indigo tides
over sonic waves
befallen by time, as
wild forces pull us in.
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