The lights wander the sky
in cycles, summer skies
surrender to the skylit
tropes of autumn. Her sky
is limitless, her disguise
confounds poets. The skyline
draws in the gaze of eyes
that are not free. A sky
reveals her thigh, a sky
defines her heart. The skylight
opens to a wide skyspace
defining God—her sky
unfolding.
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