As in prayers were
I am in the centrics of it
scrying outwards.
As ley lines flow beneath my skin,
is the blue veins lit
on the pale, freckled whiteness.
In thoughts is
formed the formless
as it dissipates.
Whom are we but bleakness
made by starlight
as meteorites flow in our blood ;
As a kiss is
every wish in wind
as sheets.
As a pulsating cunt inside me
giving birth to
a child which never existed.
Is adopted
by their prayers
and I, I, I
Am as a mother weeping
in anguish it is
are lit flames blewn out.
as oxygen
was contractions
as I withdrew.
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