It's three in the morning.
I'm burning.
Mother gave me my body
Father gave me my name
You gave me the northern star.
I'm here. Everything breaks.
I'm here. Waves bleed.
Matariki, in seven sisterly pieces
Cold poses. postures for the diamond.
That blind god. Everything turns
Everything.
Burns. Raves.
It's three in the morning
I'm crying the skies down.
I'm crying the Milky Way down
Soldiers in files
Paper tigers to roar.
Dear Seraph,
Hear me. Tear me up.
Where's my crown?
Will no one give it back to me?
"A fortnight dead"
Again. Life.
Heaven's child.
She. And her flowers.
And her light.
And her light....
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