My Faltering Quill

Tapping into my cosmic heart 
I shake the stars from the constellations
A blues breeze wraps starry
Gypsy notes
Scatter the Milky Way
Cereus blooms fuse scents of a jazz manouche
The moon cleaves the ether

I write a poem in the dying light
My quill falters...

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