Born From The Dark

Like the Moon, I am new

Again- shimmering, lifting,

A scythe cutting

Across purpled black skies

Reborn from my dark self.

Sweetness in life after life

Re-cycled and worn, wearing

Memories as musk

Scenting light

Night by night

Expanding babe-slit of silver, becoming

Vast roundness, wisdom and folly.

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