yet another map of the universe (7)

you land on the glass

and in the quiet

language of your eyes

I hear

my heart

kindred

the world is so much more than

and I am blessed

by a moth

on my window

where curtains

disintegrating in light

become a universe

of dust

and miracles

 

 

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