imagine ruination so powerful it gnarls limbs and morphs water muddy,
gouges at our chests and shoves slivers of ourselves into the stars
to collapse upon ourselves and explode into dust.
(this is what it means to be beautiful, metallic and drenched in gold).
imagine a creation so blasphemous it perverts the pure oceans,
wings stretching from our caved backs, jutted and bony;
dark energy swirling like a hurricane of ashes in our stomachs.
(this is what it means to be human).
imagine a deprivation so deep it sprouts roots in our hearts.
bristling sunlight caves to metastatic moonlight as our lungs
deflate and our tears flood the streets; far off, a nightingale dies.
(this is what it means to be).