Sweet-night, moon/bright
Strawberry summer,
We draw down the dew-drop shimmer,
draw in the full ripe glow,
Softly, vital, grow.
Brighter, softer, lighter,
more beautiful, we, than blue,
out of space/time hue,
this invention colored new.
Because phoenix
the fire can't consume.
We're the lightning,
and the bottle.
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