Look At All I've Done
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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