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Lullaby for the Chosen Sun
TL;DR A five-part lullaby for the poet's daughter, Harper, exploring adoption as a deliberate act of love, the inner music of the self, and the promise of guardianship.
I. Threshold You were eight months into this bright, baffling world— eight months of milk-breath and clenched wonder— when I met you. Not a thunderclap. Not a prophecy. Just a doorway inside my ribs opening on its quiet hinge the instant your eyes took hold of mine.

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