so much that everywhere I land scorches
the black gravity haunting the white air;
From the darkness
I do not think the sky will take me.
I may go home, and pick up crystals
on the road.
I may eat fire.
I may cut pieces off my clothes.
This is my crown, this is my sword,
I have come to be divine on the vellum moon,
I have come to turn blue.
I am a smiling woman,
Do I terrify?
I am pink and yellow too.
The more I burn the more I rise,
A woman this stupendous never dies.
