Lone causeways lay exit to my martyr
When I am reborn will I barter
Eyes would weep
Though reap to sew
I know of no woe in the embryo
My homestar fell though the aftermath
There life is issued short of staff
Contesting the stagnant constellation
Confiscating my inverted pigmentation
Now I resign in clotting cleaving
To morph a while in sectional breathing
Announcing the birth of my hesitation
Surprising thee now of our dissipation.
-tirzah