Memory of starlight

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This is a memory poem, echoing this.

Open-mouthed, stumbling,
I caught stars and swallowed hard,
and my eyes were flame.

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Starlight

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We stumble through fields
cricked necks, mouths catching insects
seeking the brightest –
the point where we are smallest
yet together everything

cc via Pixabay