Bring me your savage
education, tenderness that flows
like my blood, erasing me; each morning,
dusted with stars, the memory
of ash, on spreading wings.
I will accept
chains, embracing the
bottom of the world.
What a gift, to be turned inside out.
A carnival of orbits and fire,
days will sharpen
into a brilliant comet
that spears skywards.
Joy is a huge delicate bird that comes at dusk.
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