Look At All I've Done

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I am building a table
out of dark air.
Upon it, I will place
stars for your breakfast.
Are you thirsty?
I will wring the grey clouds
out by their throats.
Is it the moon you want?
Nothing is too far out of my reach.
I will crack its shell
and tear its soul out.
What else do you crave?
I will get it for you.
Marrow from the
mountains bones?
Blood from the sinking sun?
Dawn's burning coronet?
Heaven's mournful bridge?
The pretty arc of an eagles
wingtip?
Look, I have brought you
the breast of a rainbow.
Put your mouth on it and drink.


© Lisa Zaran

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