these dots of pain
with my high silver chisel
until the blade runs with jewels
and the sky's thumb
and forefinger
bring you close to me,
I will mow the edges
with teeth of dawn
and watch twigs shower down
from your reclining cloud,
I will collect
the badges of moonshine
from a cool blue shore
and place them in a tray
that seals the light
while you watch
from my arms in stone.
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