your voice washes over me
and sparks that over-familiar fire across my nerves
, the way the stars will burn across the sky
at the end of the world
sapphires and the sky and an ocean
unravel in your eyes
break apart and its insides leak
a new milkyway
it’s okay, it's all okay
; you're looking at me, looking at me.
thoughts flowing and linking together
a map of
amazonian rivers
rivers of pearls
and die
-a-monds and
liquid gold
a thud
ing budd
ing heart blooms into
red carnations that erupt
into bright light bursts
shards of die-a-monds
paving a povertised
improvised
road.
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