Lazarus Knix - Forcefield

I am becoming an adult.
In this becoming, I realize,
That all beauty bears a force field.
The sun, it’s fiery focus,
The moon, her white, spectral distance,
-Snowflakes, their ephemeral guile-
A woman….her friends.

Lazarus Knix

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