Musigisg ewniaq, the sky is
turning blue:
aurorae humming electric
dreaming among the clouds.
Milamu’gl jugo’tui:
Bring me the different
colors of a murmuration
of strange birds
taking to air when
dawn arrives.
Paqtasultieg, We are shining bright
in the three suns of a
new stratosphere,
watching limb reach
to limb in the arterial
lace of branches,
a boreal exhalation
of tree-lined infinity—
Minijig, they bear fruit,
with frost like silver steel,
a shimmering future free
from clockwork incantation.
(Editors’ Note: “Paqtasultieg” is read by Matt Peters on the Uncanny Magazine Podcast, Episode 40A.)
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