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Hold me, to dignity, to respiring intent, to nothing beyond this moment, arcing to bend. Advertisements
The mouth, birthing a migrant kiss, begs gravity’s pardon in raising lips to a sublime arc.
A siren’s coin of slivered light beading the tunnel’s darkened maw; a long night’s journey into day fulfills the promise of a fabled arc.
Starstruck, and wrestling within mortal coils, God’s lucid fame overshadows the cast of our solitary arc.