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Oh, carry me
The night has fallen away behind.
I am but a body of starlight
In your arms, phosphor elaborate.
My mind is giving of itself
Into the ocean dark out there
Where Capricorn is dancing.
Carry me, my skull is light,
Seems uncoupled from itself,
Like a newborn's.
                              A cold potato,
Rooted in the sodden black earth,
Speaks to itself of universes.
What do I know of rot?
That it is a death unknown,
A seed perhaps of the cosmos
Of which I have only grown.
Carry me aloft, into the rafters.