a million sparks fly around me
my skin lifts off this flesh
this flesh lifts off of me
and i am the million sparks

spurred by explosion:

the flying matter, comets and jets
of little lightning bolts lightening
the atmosphere; electrifying atoms
shoot off the tips of my hair
(these are the matters of glory You hide)

the dark matter, material of in-between,
caverns overflow caverns, crevices crack;
a fragile terror of emptied expansion
fills my breath, pushes beyond my borders
(these are the matters of glory I seek)

My Beloved, my Beloved,
hold me steady here, even as I fall apart
hold me steady here, even as I fall out
hold me steady here, even as I explode

the skin and flesh holding
my soulheartmind within
definable diameters disintegrate