Mission, Message & Meaning

Crossing an edge on which she with you and I’d
calling to our trees and our birds as dark eyes
threat, casting shadows where the battle-scarred
names of secrets, creating intensely starred
skies come again from far distances exiled
beyond word, we’re given her unborn child
          to hide, to disguise and to guard.


maggie and alias, based on a draft by sara


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