Shapeshifter,
white-knuckled under the snow moon
the ebb tide took your tautness.
Shapeshifter,
melted in that midnight forge
you became a softer nest for laughter.
Shapeshifter,
the universe broke you open
all exhale and spillage.
Shapeshifter,
a spent and undone pilgrim, you pause,
ever a vessel awaiting transformation.
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