Coda

You let your rice paper skin

be folded into exquisite origami

 

ignoring the aches and bizarre curvature

of your new body.

 

A bronze dragon has emerged from

abstract angles and inhuman torque

 

an inflexible claw

 

until your spangles ferment

and you stagger away—

 

trailing smoke

emitting ether

 

the coda of your own creation.

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