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the infinite sky in its natural state of night, like an endless Black book of poetry
bejewelled with star after star, like words after words — on open page after page — full of story after story — that take your breath away
transcending any edge of time, this is my birth place — this infinite Black space
I was born from deep inside the dancing heartbeat — of this original poem, dancing on starlight
I count Ursa Major and Minor as sister-friends, our bloodlines intertwine and tie around a blood Moon
when I dream, I am always blanketed in moonlight and rained on by stardust — in a night time garden, where the light of the ordinary wild things shine
like a Black hole filled with dying stars, I am bursting with soul — home to all of the lights exploding with life and rhythm
I have breath, I have flesh, I have bone — I am poetry in motion, a Black book of poetry, in deepest, darkest Black space — I am home
