Ribcage Glissando

At its center, a fleshy
pearl; a burning rose 
belonging to a plangent                                  in zeal,
God. A saffron bloom of                              a heaving
heme, spreading its fingers                          concerto     
in a peacock of veins.                                           
Rhythms of ebbing                                      in agony,
breath surrounds                                    a deflated star;
the light susurrus of its                            a muted hum
shielded drums.

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