Picked at my red-veined sky,
‘Til passageway did pry,
Portalized with a pipping stone,
Escaped confines of chorion.
Light sluiced into lucid view,
I drew a sip, to warmth imbue,
Saw my chorion dome replaced
With a new blue, chrome laced.
I emerged on an azure egg,
And my journey began first leg,
My eyes on the prize, tease afar,
Portalize chorion and seize a star.