Quarantine Poetry Day 38-Constellation

The night sky

Gathers upon my skin

And at midnight

I hang the moon around my neck

Pulling the stars around me

String them along my body

Constellations, they gather

form them into my words

And my poetry shines

Upon fingertips

As my tongue holds the starry skies

This is creation

Swirling entities of light

I turn them in the palms of my hands

Letting my words become galaxies

And each poem, my own exploration

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