Slipping out the unzipped door
And swirling into the cold gloam's mist, my heart,
No, my very soul whirl-gigs upwards
To the stars and still-sheathed sun.
Vapors above the pot,
Warmth to dry new wings,
Raise the dough,form the salt
And hue my skin.
Melt and recast,Yea distill me
In your new form
8.20.2011
And swirling into the cold gloam's mist, my heart,
No, my very soul whirl-gigs upwards
To the stars and still-sheathed sun.
Vapors above the pot,
Warmth to dry new wings,
Raise the dough,form the salt
And hue my skin.
Melt and recast,Yea distill me
In your new form
8.20.2011
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