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lacecap

A circlet, or a crown,
above a cloak of lacecap cloud.
Ice crystals spun,
into a halo for the sun.
Starflower. Summer storm.
Lavender, Aster, wave and form.
Which complexity comes closest to the truth?
Rain-drench. Church bells. This central cluster proof
of mine sets down its golden stilts. Each blade of wheat, fate’s ribbons spilt
splits, interweaves, now radiates. Scattering petals, illuminates
these deep pink globes, time’s ivy-twine.
Each thistle, spindle, spear and spine.

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