my celestial body
i watch my "hands"
(the blooms unfurling)
'never quite seemed mine...
what God could sculpt this fertile land?
Whose winds could fill this chest?
grow from this skull the creeping vines
and trigger frantic fluttering
of birds beneath this breast?
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