spheres of shimmering darkness
communicating with bodily oil
making the chain of lives dance
with asymmetric energy
to the portal of an unknown sun.
Ruin be damned with deep roots
come groaning to life again
flowers unravel the concrete
poured by aliens before
her eyes hold a whole film reel of faces
shelves of light projecting
past the crack of shade
she shot through everything
putting a disc in place
under the landslide
following the haste
of her jade tendrils
pushing secret doors.
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