we use to be solar flares, alive in space;
daughters of the invisible sun;
                                 our race were giants
on Planet X, & yet we descend
to terrible flames, so like heat, u danced
on the corona; I unlike Charles,
go through multiple changes to become
the maddeningly handsome &
godlike monkey-king;              she wears
sandals to the beach,
taking them off in the sand,
her eyes are boats drifting on blue hope;
I see, no strangers are here, below
the wavelength is the cutest student