daring to raise their heads
as a masked rabbit may hold a blade to their necks
those below rise again
from their solemn soiled dwellings during winter's spell
a humble rise from a low curtsy
to raise their faces and praise the gold that has called them forth
these children are reflections
the great and tiny and many mimickers of their solar lord
earth only holds their feet
or else they would take flight as soon their children will
off into the robin egg sphere
with the silky spider spindles that weave the cotton of clouds
into the crystal showers
that don the necks of those that have risen again
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