the light of the stars
flies
in the night.
Agreements are made,
collected,
and prayed.
Giants are around
shimmering in light,
and a garden of magic
calls
to the
taste,
with honey
rich
and notorious.
“song-bird’
sing out your song
to all the world,
growing and growing,
louder,
and louder.
I salute you.
then Joy.
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