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fig by fig I walked
down the steps of my velvet awakening
until the sky crossed my path again in the mirror of a pool.
vermillion questions and magenta answers
flung themselves at my feet.
I had to be careful not to stumble and drown in my own rebirth.
my cautious big toe dipped in,
the tiny shock of it.
a waterlily in front of me quivers.
it understands.
God didn't make me graceful from the outside
but I know my own true name:
Crimson Willow, Angelpoet with Glass Wings,
Princess of Wildest Dreaming.

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