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She wrought the air
Of my dreams into
Earth, Water and Fire.
Under the infinite
Lightness of her
Touch, the amorphous
Sedimentary layers of
My elemental mud,
A kind of ooze,
Were pressed into
A kind of stone;
Strong enough to
Take my weight.
Heavy enough to
Anchor my soul.
And in the deep
Abyssal fissures of
My heart, she stirred
The alchemical fires
Of Altered States.
Irrupting my geology
With her fingertips.
Rending my alluvial
Flatness with an
Eruption of flowing,
Breathing rock, a
Clashing of stone
Swords, flowering into
An igneous contusion
Of feldspar and quartz.
Agelessly cooling,
To a towering
Granite fortress,
Seeded with stars;
Brooding across
The darkening plain.
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