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apparitional

The devotional words that were placed in my mouth,
that once felt like home, or like grace,
turn to smoke and spark, how they shift on my tongue,
apparitional thoughts, abstract shapes.

The world
is a spinning pearl
suspended in endless, iridescent space.

Winter solstice,
dull smudge of moon,
has me brought to my knees again.

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