each move meant

hung in some grey anatomy
our contrapunto angulature
these compliments to build ninety degrees
edging into three sixty

we will come full circle
traversing the circumlocution of ourselves
unfolding wings
a switchblade transformation

the divided sky
the dividing line
balancing the horizon
in our stretching flight

we are quantum entangled
with transitory angels


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