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In the Atacama Desert, be the cup that quenched my thirst,

On the solstice, leave a light on in the hall.

With your piano key finger, draw a parting down my middle -

therein build your walls.

In the city of Atlantis, be the air that filled my breast,

Through the Junetide bacchanalia, talk of whalesong in the grass.

Hold your conch up to my ear, that the ocean drowns my thoughts

and douse my dreams.

In the Brahmaputra delta, baptise my kindling loins,

Let the harvest wash across me, in a brass-hue crackling breeze.

Press your granite block against my chest, let my heart beat the stony rhythm,

And bury me alive unmarked.

Below the Rhodes Colossus, stand your weight upon my neck,

Scare the lamb from mother's teat with a snap.

In twilit euphoric glamour,

Strip my eyes from out their sockets,

Paint the skies above with a necklace of my eyes. And let all the world

know who I am.

Decorate the night sky with my glory.