unmasked by longing gentle fingers and necklaces-
of prose. she wrapped herself in silence and danced
naked in her unknown glades.
or so she said,

and after, she flew past her old material goods. to the woods.
or so she said

her amber pixie hair shone bright with droplets of laughter, and after-
she was renewed.
for she was free of faith, of singularity.
for she was everything on the earth herself.
the beauty of the sun nestled in her breast.
or so she said.

even in her china state, she was still human.
shying away from bodies of uncertinty
frightened by their solutions, so liquid. so full
so up she rose again. keeping her health through meals of self love. and the pulsating mother.
or so she said.

yet she is still invisible.
but happy in her condition. her secret wealth-
for she is visible in knowledge. aknowledged.
she is real. hold, to feel.
gratified in her solitude.
her life, the skies blue sea.
she is everything.
she is me.