Someone’s fallen.
A shard has left its calm cloud haven
     tumbled over years of dimension
     landed
     grown skin
     and weaved its way into my cloth.
Brushing against it gives me a tingle.
It peels me open, chips walls away.
     I say
Smile again, my supernatural.
Play again, my paradise.
Give of yourself.
You’re the nearest to divine
     most of us will ever be.