The dragons met in a collision of star cradles,
sprinkled silver cold beyond the Moon.
Male and Female energies entwine, arise,
enmeshed in the shower of their hair,
something pulling he and she apart,
melting the bonds of the time of the
Immaterial girl away from me.
She sows together the edges of Time,
embroidering patterns
that we never once expected.
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