the gambler's daughter
asleep
and
auspicious
on arrival
at the angel hour
11:11
tiny pink fingers
reaching and clasping
the point
offered
a precious parasol
of
safety and warmth
21
the length of her
stretching out
of the samsara sea
towards the sky
cradled in cracked
treasure vase
arms
her soft body
stiffens
then
yields
under
the
weight
of
the
world
7.7
the wheel turns
and
endlessness knots
and
in
the
end
the daughter
makes
her
own
luck
love the timing of this! so perfectly paced and filled with magic!
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