human sky

tendrils of flaxen wind dance



billows & curls into incandescent

orbs, blinded-

blinks, and heaves open


the mouth and its million raindrops,

faint caress of song lingers, a heavy fog;

and shoulder blades beg to beat


to the tune of flight, arms flail solo-

a slow push and legs swim

amid stratus


as naked moons peek toward a sunrise,

hail intensifying the mien.


holiness hurts

night and her mortifying



beautiful lightening-

I am lonely child

deserted and small,


insignificant to your power,

crouched without morning’s touch.


Christina Borgoyn

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