by Amanda Blanchard
(North Carolina)

constellations of gods
stare down at this feeble being –
pools of stars reflect enchanted marbles
of pure light and diamond dust,
piercing through the best of me –
impossibly perfect pieces dance,
casting distant skies.
I want to lick the pieces
and fall into the stars,
burn hot and fade away

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