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A winged horse is a regatta of stars—
human’s first spacecraft, the moon, too,
is a changing hoof. [...]
The tail, a brush of a comet’s
glitterfreeze. I’ve sailed on these half-wings.
The dream rivets to silent, deep space.
The event horizon: an open gate. Pegasus Tattoo on the Left by Jaia Hamid Bashir, excerpt