Assemble planets,
contort a universe;
arrange a night sky
mixed and diverse.
Cursed our lands
in bloodied hands
I try to withstand
my life’s demands.
So place me orbit
does my love us
we’ve been steered,
a cursed compass.
Take me away far
place me in a jar
from broken parts
then paint a dark.
The ample hands
healed from hurt
they become scars
that dig into earth.
Arrange it I cannot
stop my twisted art
that has been taken
in pain I take part.
