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Falling To Earth

I was once in gaze,
my swaddling robes
were saffron fibers 
and interlaced
my skin


a nebula


driftless
I pulsed,
and every eve
was a glimmer


circling a necropolis 
of double-stars
alone,
apart from the mosaic
finally,galaxies away


I fell from the firmament
my trajectory
earth


swathed now in mantles of dirt
moss grows between my toes


I pulse with life again
while the colour’s 
of being earthbound
bind me,
my skin interlaced again


in Technicolor
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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