the galaxy "freckles of Satan"
fell into the grass and
(hotfoot!)
pretended to be the country of fireflies
not to shine out inadvertently
with supernovas
not to scare away their
dream
jumping from star to star
they return
into their
body
tight
wheaten
(one for two)
get precisely
to the first bite of beams
waked up
among the gifts
they will find the knowledge
inside
an antidote for time
rye-sleepers, star-namers
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