let the sands toss me
let the women taunt me
let the winds blast me
I'm a tattered remnant
I'm a finely carved dagger
master of cute molecules
in technicolor hot from my blood
you can lash my bones to the ship
I will listen to the sirens
hand me the whip to be remade
and I hand back
a planetoid of vines and vipers
intertwined in flowers
stamped with an evaporating kiss
Let the moon cross me
let the rivers eat me
let the sail scissored
by the sword of hereafter
be my banner and tongue-smashed flag.
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