Hyper Ying Silver Blue Dream

Silver blue shimmers on your perfect imperfect eye
One of earth’s just-remembered, soldered with hymns
Closed but open if I float back over seas
To paint your hair still rich with elements

Let me un-sculpt your false copperless face
Siphon silver from your beautiful living almond
Ceremoniously carried by bloodful snakes
Let me salvage our flowers, proud mother

Let us revere, I know we have this one star shot
Play at unstitching our lips, breaking our waters
The dam removed from your imprisoned oval
Awash so we dive, proud mother