One drop of sun sneaks
through my eyelids with
a mission. Dancing purples
swirl red, orange flickers
tickle the sleepy freckles
on my iris. I lose all sense
of otherness as my body
leans into the distant soul
of a galaxy and connects
unconditionally with
this dying star of life.
Britta Benson
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