C is for


Cassiopeia—Andromeda—Ursa Major—Corona Australis

A liturgy sweet and cold running over the backs of our tongues as we name them;
each collection of stars
a balm against the cold chaos of night.

We draw them closer with our voices; we build shells for our delicate bones from their foxfire.

We create a ceiling in the infinite under which we can dwell—wayfarers in a darkness beyond reckoning.

Image on the left:  Claire {IColorama, Mextures, Blender, Retouch, CameraBag}
Image on the right: Fin {Fragment, Matter, Union, Stackables, and Shift}
Words by Megan

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