seven tongues
only one I taste
bitterroot to all else
tuck me in that sunrise
fall down my beautiful
here is the key
it is tracing patterns as you sleep
unlocking the person
you have always been
I have seen this,
in all the sweet places of the day
our moon
changing with our eyes added,
moving only when we look away
it was never something over there
we bring the heavens down to us
each time
we remember to look up
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