She falls from the sky
as two arms of a hindu goddess
silhouette dancing in fresh color
spilled from an electric lantern

She signals a beacon to weary sails
calling joy and safe passage
between uncertain elements

She moves slow
hands tracing small shapes
on broken squares

She is gravity
drawing bodies to water and sand and flame

She speaks out
beyond the ether
an answer
to permit more wonder
an essence
to inspire

Ian Be is a rust belt transient tripping the sunshine state. Listen to more always at:
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