Reachable Constellations
I waver at the star teeth
of my own invention,
accreting webs of wild light
where night trades
cold for dark
sidereal heat.
I am not here for mundane marvels—
I am here to manifest my most
daring fantasies into reachable
constellations,
grasping at the ungraspable—
drawing unfathomables to fruition.
8.14.25
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2025
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