Tendrils of satiny flesh
encase a bejeweled
cosmic egg.

The messianic
flower of humanity
is a paper flame
of origami.

Down the flume of
destiny, paper lives
float;

they’re
gift wrapped in
crossed stars
but defy glimmering
predestination:

They write their
own stories, and
save their
own
souls.

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