The trees cast a net

over the air

And as it thrashed

through the thorny branches

I sighed at the

beauty of the manacles.


how they slipped around the moon

until the breeze

shook free her pearly wrists

and she twisted her alien curves

into the safety

Of a cloud's primordial mist.



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