My surface, lacerated, scarred and scabbedStretched across mountain, rock and streamMy knotted hair, the horizon

My restless body became the landThe twisted valleys and sawn edgeUnder a dizzying weight of water

I chewed the bright black nightAnd spat clouds into a suspicious skyThen scratched a rainbow

I pulled a bone from the world’s fleshChipped it with doubt, sharpened it with fearAnd punctured the sky

I tore the skin from heavenAnd the sigh that drove the cloudsFilled the sail of night

Then, staggering across sleep’s damaged bridgeI pulled a quilt of stars around meAnd peeked into day

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