The Healer

Veins made of shadows
slit open beneath fingers
that vanish to dust

A heart that bleeds smoke
stitches must heal, sown by
a heart that beats blood

Dawn breaks pale sun
labors but flowers bloom from
the roots of his hair

Sunlight slants through glass
swirls of air spun galaxies
stir dust into stars

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