I am a transfigured number,
I will bestow on plants
the sanctuary of my own skin,
I will stack the fences and
polish the cruel embers
because of their killing beauty
I am renewed in form.
Steel walls are transparent
in my stone sunglasses
cliffs faint and avalanche molasses
when I step like rare snow
across the driven parking lots.
Fate was my princess once
and now the unseen master
tallows all shallow wounds
and fills them up with alabaster.
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