It was tears that broke her Softly,
through Veils that dove in and out of the realm of Density,
And when Veils turned to towering walls, and Visions to
Darkness vast and impenetrable,
Dewed Strings would flicker deftly away, with the
Petals of Drownings last Embrace.
It is this moment, she touches her Wooden limbs for the first time..
It is here, she becomes aware of
her mortal Savagery.
She had hung herself lengthwise, Lovingly,
from the throat, and from the Gleaming crown of her head,
Because Blessed tears were falling gently from everyplace,
And they surrounded her,
like Serendipitous and gilded visions.
'Each point of starlight will break me softly' she knew.
And so she beat inside her heart,
little Passions of dropping dew,
Those Luscious dances of drowning
Pulled by the strings of Starlight's
Violent and Glorious explosions.
And the emergence of Sweet Morning's light
From the mouths of Embryonic puppets
Is all that is heard of those that break open from Within,
a song of pregnancy, of the soul's Infinite seeing,
of the Spiraling formation of Stars
That lie within Passion's soft, hidden Fury.
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