The moon last night cast
the shadow of a sunflower
across my path.
A cool shimmering thing blazing,
dancing to the reel of a nightingale.
This remnant of gravity's weak
pull on my heart's rhythm,
fell me like a ghostly axe.
What would bloom from its seeds?
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