#Right next to that one cicada one by Hosho McCreesh
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A poem on realization of identity
by Keaton St. James
Boy wakes in a field of poppies with a newborn star wriggling like a live goldfish inside his mouth.
Boy breathes in the hot wet summer air, the cicada wingbeats, deersongs. He can feel the star push-
ing at his closed lips to escape. Boy exhales slow, looks up at the pink-stained clouds, then swallows.
(In nine months the Angel of Truth will bloom inside his stomach.)
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