sometimes as the moon opens stars fall out
overfull and underfed -- plenty to unwind
there are stories in the spaces between
facing and falling through sky into cloud
no race and no end and no start
lean into permission to fly
no lessons no fear and no fail
day slips through lids lingered low
overfull and underfed -- plenty to unwind
there are stories in the spaces between
facing and falling through sky into cloud
no race and no end and no start
lean into permission to fly
no lessons no fear and no fail
day slips through lids lingered low
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