Poetica Spontenaium 2.6.03
An invisible hand, warm and soft
passing through my ribs and into me
grabbing hold swift and light
dissolving my weight
until matter is irrelevant.
Dragging me upwards by my heart
towards the sky, my head tilted back
My eyes cloudy, drunk, with
a breath that can only breathe azure in
tight, hiccupy little gasps
With fingers wide open, wind flowing through me
Shivery with love, shivery with light
Flying fast, and hard,
Mercurial.
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