Frozen, as if is is,
She laid her form down,
Spirited and love-lorne,
She laid down her heart.

Behemoth, with loving grace,
She dismembered
Ageless depths, as applause
Thundered through space.

Excited, she danced, too
Close! Captured
By self-pitiful woes!
Screaming as she fell..

Moon-riddled, she couldn’t hide,
Paralyzed, she grew to be,
Grotesqueness unadorned,
Cosmic beauty gone.

One day a human mind,
Saw the flicker she held inside,
And placed her in a garden divine,
Where, she dances again.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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Photo by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen