Emerged raw, blistered in viscous pearl. Lying
On honey crystal sand by the clapping sea
Sighing hearts carry me
Into the ancient maw of the earth
Skin knits anew
I come out black velvet and dip into the pitch-velvet sky
Watched by the singular 
Eyes
The melody congealed and I walked it
Up to the rest
Arcs of white, plumes of white fire
Circling out and up and around and in
Close in enough and I am there
Reading a book 
in a pocket in
The arc harvest nearest the sun