* * *

…The raw nerve learned to love sharp edges

from afar,

while smoke danced with the shadows

and the heavenly pirates celebrated.

She let the leaves blacken on display

and kissed the dilated pupils goodbye.

At last, she stopped embracing devouring

abysses,

found her cosmic radiance,

and winter became a beautiful phenomenon

for the fire in her red cells.

She was there

so she could

be.