Sky was made of I.

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Moving in my sky
Is entirely ours,
An open crystal grain
An unmeasured fluttering,
Decidedly not contained
Of what I am,
And then.


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    jackcollier7
    January 10, 2017 • 7:14 pm

    enigmatic, but atmospheric ❤

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