Stormchild

A raindrop mirrors
The whole typhoon
Stretched like a spoon
Upon her clear

Curvaceous skin,
Synoptic nude
Fully tattooed
For one instant

With her whole kind’s
Creation myth
So that her fall

Expresses all
The other minds
She’s fallen with.

—Amit Majmudar

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