Electric Ursa
Joan Shelley
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Easy, ursa, don’t stir, don’t fright
We are only passing through here in the waning autumn light
Under your stars, your earthless movement
Pawing fruitless through barren heavens
Easy, easy, resting with her
Moments given unto the ether
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Lay down your claim, your labored motion
Fall into her in warm collision
Under your stars, your earthless movement
We are only feeble humans
On and on
And over and over and over