Stark blue suns are her eyes, Set in the redden cosmos of breaking hair, Light is caught in rings And broke are mine as they shy from heat; The cauldron of spheres, That rope in the twines of constellations.
In fractals of tearing blood; Which stream in a body so like heavens, She plays with sprung time And the arrow of reason is forced beyond, Into the eyes unknowing; How the flesh is shorn in the cloths of stars.
Such cold fire in those eyes, Neutron blue is the inert crush of gravity; Unloosed with surrender And in a field of meteors lies the alchemy; Crash of rarified metals, She smelts of iridium blast, casts into soul.
Her eys are for makings, Planets collide to form creations dream; To bury sorrows in rock, As it flows up from an orb into her mantle; A plateau of cloud for man, To reach birth of light, christen in goddess.