Paint my sky orange.
Burn its likeness.
Tuck the soil
Beneath a white of clouds.
Buffer my sea,
Make it shine,
But just matte enough
For your hand to enter.
Fracture my earth
And push it together,
For highness is wrought
From pain and pressure.
And once you break me,
Weep, and weep,
Until the tender waters
Bear life in me.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 8:05 AM UTC
Paint my sky orange.
Burn its likeness.
Tuck the soil
Beneath a white of clouds.
Buffer my sea,
Make it shine,
But just matte enough
For your hand to enter.
Fracture my earth
And push it together,
For highness is wrought
From pain and pressure.
And once you break me,
Weep, and weep,
Until the tender waters
Bear life in me.
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