Stratosphere

steps, and steps
and circular waves forming
in the icy puddle.
the vanilla stained wisp, as pure
the promises written through the sky.

stretches of swallows
rejuvenate an orange flavoured evening
with the colossal, glimmering
orbiting is the satellite
the infinite speed;
slashing the nimbus and cumulus
with integrities and grit.

and above tierric manners
stands a greenery of all trees
the song of creatures
and nymph festival
rift into the space,
a seven-and-thirtieth world

a place of knowing
stand million-and-three thousand poles
divination and angels
a place where we return
whence Love pays us our
suffocating lives.

by Julia and V

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