Metamorphosis

My feet grow tendrils feeling for the earth.
The chlorophyll seeps into my heel.

My hair flies seeking the wind that fills
the dim interstices of galaxies.

The light in my eyes is infinitely bright
and infinitely cool.

My spine is a ladder of parables,
my skin a single switch.

I stand rapt in the sun's glaze.
Ashes stream from my palms.

My heart is a riddle of frost and flame
the shattered bloom construed.