I leave my light-cored eyes
with other stars.
I leave my rustling hands
with other trees.
I leave my ether-nourished head
with other planets leaking gold.
I leave my whole body
to flourish outside this world.
Obliterated, I descend
into new eyes, and hands, and head.
My soul is no longer seen,
coalesced with a dull machine,
she lifts it up, in toil and pain,
to make it – maybe – me again.
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