Standing on the pier
that pierces the seam
of a sea of stone,
sacrally alone,
starflesh dives the rim.
housed in crumbling lungs;
if I dare pry,
hear the crystal cry,
bells of waking rung.
Trickling dusk draws near
and heralds the dark night,
lightning in the soul,
imprint in the coal,
the end in living light.
Stabbing steps do sear,
disease march 'cross the ice,
every breath, a knife,
still, the kiss of life,
building paradise.
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