She became a cloud
Hoping to congeal around
A central object, a drop, a zygote
The shape of a pear, glowing red
Gradually becoming harder
Inside the translucent wrapping;
But she felt no substance
Empty… the sky empty… the sac empty.
She became the sky
To draw a ray of light into her
That would swell, sparkle, but not burst
She felt a space
Huge, dark, curved and countless stars.
May be this month
There will be a moon
Gigantic, round, heavy, vibrating.
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