Weird Poetry

Her gaze fell up towards

To the star-embedded heaven,

And she inhaled the spectral clouds

Crawling across the field of darkest blue

Above her water-crowned head.

She sang the cool moonbone down

From its perch in the sky

Into her belly,

Where she held that orb

Of enigma and shadow,

And let it grow until she


Gave birth to the sun.


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