This is my body—
Of galaxies made as ours
Is of molecules—
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Sprawled over the dark,
A sleeping arm, nebulae
Flowering in its span.
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And the head-case, where
Our origins lie dormant;
Empty chrysalis.
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Fluor. This my blood—
Our substance, colour that blooms
Behind fallen eyes.
Tuesday 8 November 2011
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