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INTERSTELLAR WILD (Anagrams)
We speak of the interstellar wild
like we aren’t part of it. She dwells
in we who still sparkle—a fettered,
skeletal star. We flow in her tepid
earth, like weeds, patterns of will
personified. We talk, shatter well—
written like Death’s pale flowers.
