Meridian south

saturday morning
spinning slow
out of heaven

sunlight funnel
of august heat
coned to
green earth
from flat
blue sky

magic bird
flies lines
the beams
caught between
gravity and the
suction of space

hollow bones
riding free
on light warped
by unseen hands

sweet magic morning
slides slowly
down the meridian
soft like forever

loud as the
thump of
my heart

crashing into

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