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December 12, 2018
Lori M. Cameron, editor
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The Night Shakes Out Her Wild Black Raven Hair – CarrieAnn Thunell

The night shakes out her wild black raven hair,
And spills like pearls, her stars in filaments.
Like Christmas lights, they light the firmaments.
In scattered sparkles dense as dust in air,
Swirl bright spiral galaxies everywhere.
Black night’s glow, this light show of elements.
Of such star stuff we are embodiments,
From finite building blocks that we all share—

Unseen Benevolence behind it all,
Scoops up bits of matter and energy
Forms snowballs of potential hurled in space.

In our genetic make-up hums the call
A whispered,  “I’m in you, and you’re in me,”
In my body swims star bits and sky lace,
God of Einstein, without, within to trace.

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