it’s a special kind of light that absorbs poems and makes them travel through myriads of watery stars, just like earth

and after the lupus resumed my grandma was free

tethered by the waves

quakes and trembled at midnight

only beauty remained raw

furled as a muskrat

in a time loop


images description: 1. an intuitive drawing featuring an orange shape reminding of a snake entangled with a turquoise moon crescent 2. a close-up photo of a vivid green bushy plant with its leaves burnt by frost

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