The darkness thinks itself
immutable, so the sky says
we should be afraid—

But the light and all
it touches belongs
to us— Be careful!

Maybe you can try
to keep us from where
we once bathed in pools

of starlight. Maybe you
can try to wipe away cities
of fog as we chart them—

Someone saw where we hid
our wings. Until then
I didn’t know how

it felt to leave the body.
I’m always listening for
the rustle of our bones.

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