On the Nature of Sublimation

a birthday poem

On the Nature of Sublimation

To leap 
from the dark,
from the ribboning
galactic pulse,
and land
in feathered strands
across a leaf-drenched floor,
skipping the liquid 
body's limits 
altogether,

to refine
what the mind
has burned for worse 
and for wear, 

to find us,
born 
not as accidents
but artifacts 
of the sublime

in time 
reversing back 
from bone to vapor
from Why? to when...

in that last breath
becoming stars again.
 

01.22.2026

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Thank you for reading.

{| AC

Cobbles: Mossed & Frosted - Jan 2026