I turn every leap into a curve, yet never take a step. I hold the oceans without a cup and pin the mountains to their beds. I hold the moon without hands And make your body speak in numbers.

I shoot from stars and glowing cores, Slip through the cracks of lead-lined doors. I’m cure and curse in the same bright breath, Invisible touch that can bring death.

I am always hungry I must always be fed The hand I touch Will soon be red

My brother likes the salt, I do not, my brother likes the letter v, I’m more inclined to u, my brother is bigger usually but I can get big too!

I am born from the moon, but I do not come from outer space. You feel me when I push and pull.