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Cradle

Meagan Sexton

I feel storm-woven into exhale,

loud rage of drum

preludes river current tears.

Lightening unlids origami eyes—

folded corners open

as wings of swan

take flight to the light.

Repression dissipates with release—

we speak in tongue of stardust,

tender bouts of longing lift by sigh.

Fingertips brush skin

in feathered silence;

this sheen of want

cocoons stability.

I rain

in contemporary know,

a rumble of reached echo

held like the breath of reason;

a cradle of taut vision.

More from Meagan Sexton ↓

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• @meaganswrites on Substack
• Her books, Riptides and Rapture and A Sliding Light, are available now

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