Poem by Nola Thomas
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Daisy once told me the rocks are stars. The sun is infinite emptiness eroding time and space, and we are but travelers finding our destination, our place, in a dying universe. And it was the wind that constructed the sky- an abysmal blue and billowing surface, veiling the black, autonomous planets. The birds, voyagers, kiss the land above, sweep down like Zeus and Heaven's doves to awaken our dreams. This body you lie in the skin that wraps and tangles our senses and souls bears the light within us all. Read the sun and breathe the sky and remember the dawn rises as in the sun to the moon.