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Every once in a great while I transform into a poet and write one that snags large parts of me and spreads me across creation in all its articulations, untimely, without pretense, or ego. To just say. I give you:
Sunshine As An Entity
(for Cascade)
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Captured like a prism
into a beam across denominations
of one tone blending into
imagined spectrals of enlightenment.
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One shaft of light full of dust floating
and easily stirred with a breath, reflects
the eternal spin of stars against void
easily stirred with a passing
comet, a fragment of some long
dead star, a piece of a shattered idea.
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One considers how small is small or
how much smaller is smallest. We fit.
We rise and fall. Like bodies born
and bodies buried, we are what
we were born into; a well aimed shaft
of what was already the best
example.
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Stella L. Crews
02-12-18
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