“I am who I am meant to be.   I am this poem.
I am moose inside Light.“—Neil

moose runs through stars 
now
playing tag with light 
his 
threads collect cinnamon 
pain 
turned to bottled milk 
absorbed 
within the belly of a cat 

amethyst sits on shelf 
now 
heavy dust collecting 
her 
dreams into bound pages 
pain
liquid rain sparks inside 
swallowed 
with another cup of coffee 

gravity loses its grip 
next 
dust blows off the pages 
both 
floating blue whales 
fear
quietly dissolved by salt 
joined 
in the belly of the universe

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*22/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.