Or I could rule myself. See the crown slipping over one eye. This is an operastar, in full flow. This is my ouverture.
My lungs swell with a lipstick-coloured fruit, my song ripens
My cry is higher, higher, higher
My land floods with these rich words,
My touch is toxic and abundant, my clutch wide
My sweep generous. Everything falls, falls, falls.
This is my epitaph. Life is incredibly short
and breakable is all but One.