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Sistine Chapel

 

One day
you took the time and

you
inverted
your children

on a stained-glass window.

The unusual shapes
hung
upside-down.

Their hair turned white,
their eyes

transparent—
and wings

developed
along their backs

like scales,
stars sprinkled

around
the moon.

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