Night air

If it’s only an edge of a star,
how long can we possibly hang on
until we spin out
like a Spirograph-
a work of art
comprised of flailing limbs
and flowing breath,
willing our bodies to mark something eternal
before we forget where we were?

Let the sun sleep
and the moon stare-
the blue-black night air
might bear us a bit longer.

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