committed to memory

I fell upon your grace

in the blinding reflection

of the early sunset’s fire

igniting the underbelly of the flock

flying south to shelter

against a crisp winter

fifteen fireballs

deafening

drowning

my lungs

dissolving

I fell upon your grace

and committed it to memory

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