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Poetry
Speculative
She keeps a luminous,
spiral galaxy in a common
cardboard matchbox.
As princess of space and time,
it is her privilege.
After sunset, she
takes it out, and very carefully
lights the sacred candle.
Its flame moves her in ways
known only to her clan.
Those who watch over her,
talk of light years, and question
her true identity.
She watches their lips move,
but sees only silence.
The matchbox is stored in
the desk with infinite drawers,
keyed to her aura.
Its secrets better left pocketed;
card trick camouflaged.
To her keepers, a matchbox
is but a simple reality. To her,
the dowry from a dying world.
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