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I want to ask the sky
to guide me to that unfurled shore
in the distance;
I want to ask the sun
to dance with me,
the long-willowed dance
of my ancestors,
the two of us on the slopes of some mountain
below the suns of other worlds;
I want to ask the moon
to be my home,
wherever I am–
great stirrer of oceans, of the water in my own blood–
its great white light somehow warm upon my hands,
sweet as sunlight.