One star less than needed
My surface, lacerated, scarred and scabbed Stretched across mountain, rock and stream My knotted hair, the horizon
I pulled a bone from the world’s flesh Chipped it with doubt, sharpened it with fear And punctured the sky
My restless body became the land The twisted valleys and sawn edge Under a dizzying weight of water
I tore the skin from heaven And the sigh that drove the clouds Filled the sail of night
I chewed the bright black night And spat clouds into a suspicious sky Then scratched a rainbow
Then, staggering across sleep’s damaged bridge I pulled a quilt of stars around me And peeked into day
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