Learning

Orange hearts in the southern green,

the light above teems my pale skin;

open eyes, blue sapphire

mirroring the mind.

A current brings my shape aloft

to orbit in the extant plane.

Observe the tesselated

landscape down below.

An iron knife cleaves my flaccid heart,

bleeding yet a wean of sweet liquor.

Open the door to the ivory

pillar you call home.

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