The Eucalyptic matrix penetrates
drawing forth with curling vapour
my gaze is locked and I am a rocket.
Heaven palms my heart
this angelic celebrity of colour,
paved in golden birthing and now,
this skin, that folds and cups our soles
adorned with tiny birds and diamonds.
My mouth widens and I fall back into stars
sweeping in all that is
and clothing me
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