wilts

I want to open up to nothingness
and wilt away my feeling skin
see it shed like feathers and be happy of it

this is a metamorphosis
flying with iron wings
rather be a meteorite

that can cause craters on the moon
fuel the sun — raise mountains from flat beds

a gardener of the waves of the oceans
and the corals excavated from the sands

the dunes of richness and the ferocity of the valleys

being fertile in bone and soul.—

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