i am loving and beautiful,

gathered from dewy moss

and agate

construed of misconceptions

and delight;

i am loving and beautiful,

amassed of a weightlessness similar to that of

light,

a heaviness saturated with

darkness and

the satisfaction of invisibility;

I am loving and beautiful,

fertile soil for half-germinated beginnings

and

gravel for virgin soles.

I am loving and beautiful,

and you will

adore me for it

all.