Let me slough you open and let me see,
what the storm of dust you are made of me.
Ashes, eyelashes, aeonian
Mayfly cry, cry
Who am I?
Small and dancing count-the-blades and I,
Miserable construct little letter I.
Pointless vapour eyes they can let me see
What this ceaseless motion has made of me
Write my name in stone, anywhere.
City built on bones, known,
Armageddon's armoury,
Flown, flown.
This place of brick has grown, my own,
a womb to let the sun in.
Send this one beauty, make it known.
Rapture fragment eyes they let me see,
The me, the me, the me, the me.
eppur si
a nd so it
salt and spit
unwandered candle-lit
