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Spiral in.

Spiral out.

But always spiraling about.

Never and end,

since I began.

A spiral is all I really am.
Ride the spiral.
Her constellations move differently

She no longer controls star systems

Only one remaining cluster
now orbits her

But it is more than enough

For they need and love her as their light-giving empyrean
Title inspired by the poem "Benign" by fellow HP writer Puds: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4049817/benign/
the window wanted
to be left open

all night
so it could hear

the night life
see the moonlight

feel the cool breeze
coming in from

the deep seas
it didn’t care

if it rained and
everything got stained

it wanted to be
open for everything
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