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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