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Stark blue suns are her eyes,
Set in the redden cosmos of breaking hair,
Light is caught in rings
And broke are ones 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 freed like heavens,
She plays with sprung time
And the arrow of reason is forced beyond,
Into the sights unknowing;
How the flesh is shorn in the rashes of stars.

Such cold fire in youths eyes,
Novae blue flush is the inert crush of gravity;
Unloosed within surrenders
And in rung fields of vibration sets the alchemy;
Crash of rarified elements,
She smelts of iridium blast, casts into soul.

Her looks are for truest makings,
Planets bursted to form creations dream;
To bury sorrows heavy rock,
As it flows up from wet orb into her mantle;
A plateau of cloud for man,
To reach births of light, christen in goddess.
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