In the melting mess of your face see
paintings. In the stiff wick of your hair see
tellings. In your filigreed neck see tree-rings
recording the layered war of your fortress. Blow
on your thin blue eyelids,
lash your mighty breath to your brow. Study
your frownsmile muzzle,
sew your noisome strings in your circle. Shred
your wasted skincloth.
Attach your awesome wings to your back.