even as you shy away
The stars still sparkle on you
even as you stiffen your shoulders
The clouds still wrap wool around you
and even as you turn away your face
The boughs still weigh down 
to your cheeks, catching dew.
The sun and moon will still kiss your brow
under your dark cloak
and the mud grounds you walk upon
will hunger to hold you to skin.
So, lift your begging hands,  
paint your colors on the mirrors all you want
but everything outside you
will still
beat to you