Nine levels
1. Crouched on the floor, cold, I look up
and see the brand-new stars.
2. The air bubbles with starlight.
Shout, cry, laugh, jump up.
3. Chant, crowd, surroundcloud, raincloud.
4. Feet still bound in boots of ancient skin,
I wash my broken eyes in rain at last.
5. I never knew there were so many all-singing angels.
6. Observe the unedited stars
and sigh to their starfire.
7. Bouncing in the doorway,
I tear off all my masks.
8. In the surge of suns and planets take this skin.
9. Melted, spread and remade
as plain space and as the rainbow.
Janet
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.proximity.webhop.net
You cannot love alone
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