I housed a country 

In the cliffs of my clouded bones

My strength was coined in a thousand 

              pounding

                    doubts

Vines and roses cosseted imagined grace 

A mockery of peace

Yes, I will stay.

Till today, when you broke the glass 

I cornered my eyes at the splinter of sharp sky

You bled the doors open, unfurling my breath

Look, you said.

Look.

Just look.

And I stumbled, starry and broken, out of this night

oh
          
                    light