tethers
by tanner brockwell
tethers
the once of night
the silent right
the other sight
a welcome day becomes
a welcome night
and crossed with stars
that counting
over and over
amongst strange constellations
we found a single one
and we called it home
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Stark Beauty in the Cold Wastes by Tanner Brockwell