the curse is dancing in circles of blood
stars are painting the sky with dark angels
burning lead of oceans hurricanes is running
through my veins
broken thoughts unwrapping their mirrors
beast illusions instead of my palms
tearing my face into pieces
hiding myself from myself
through myself
running the spring of green
stone against stone in my heart
thorns dancing through the dark light
thirst of lighting from my arms
burning flesh like a sleeping volcano
fingers drinking from the sunset
stillness
and resurrection
jade explosions in my heart
the lying blow of the gentle breeze
the last thought like the fist sparrow
in the first night
when I had to blossom
in vain