Exfoliation: motes of vim
mottling her sable throw
constellate found galaxies
of fabric, lint, such lustrous hair
where gravities denied much mass
might muster interstellar dust
combusting brumal nebulas
illume new worlds bound there.

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Submitted: August 22, 2019