Ametic

I am the brightest in the shadows
Outlining my face and my radiating eyes
Posing softly under autumnal light
Solemnly I rest my eyelids over the deep river
And but in my hands
Proximal pain

I walk the green earth of dark blue marble
Lines in the soil and into godlike sands
I burn the flame of ancestry of the tropical sun
And the rain burns a fire so enrapturously great

The juvious melody of feminine trance
Like the electric streams against the bronze sky
And like the ravens and crows that flutter in dreams

I am the ametic
I am the ametic
I am the ametic
I am the ametic

And I line the rain
And I line the rain
And I line the rain
And I line the rain

I am from everyone, marble mirror
Clasping its creases like the hinge to fly
I am dream in dream, I'm towering dream
Towers are luminescence and I'm colossus