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To Elena Park !

Entanglement! by Rachelle Moon!

A layer of toys blankets the bottom of this transparent dome,! As if a playroom suppressed into the corners of the dark underlying sea. ! The colors of the remains of a playdate reach out to be amboyant, ! To be different, ! But the desire for imagination is sealed by an impenetrable lid. ! Above the at cap overarch the grown-ups compressing an incompressible cloud,! Straightening the entanglement of creativity, ! Shading the innocent from light, the key to true growth. ! But they know, through the transparency of the sh bowl, ! That their minds are growing faster than their stems, ! And the subduction of their hues mutate their faces pallid and transparent, ! Even though the sun keeps shining through the canopy.