Pink spit free born
From a thunder moon
Softness barely textured
Like a touch of breath
Milk and sunshine threw your mud
Into this pinnacle
Softness barely textured
Like a touch of breath
Milk and sunshine threw your mud
Into this pinnacle
I shard the blood vase
Come breath and light.
Renewing herself
Infinitely fresh
Incandescently pure
Effortless
Aware
Formed from the air
Thinner than a quark
Infinitely fresh
Incandescently pure
Effortless
Aware
Formed from the air
Thinner than a quark
Soft as a breast
Holy as hope
Snappy as jazz.
Snappy as jazz.
Chemicals they say
Make bones and petals
Rust in a time warp
Cold to the marrow
Tolled by a drip
In a second it began
In the heart of a sparrow
The Sun becomes a man.
Rust in a time warp
Cold to the marrow
Tolled by a drip
In a second it began
In the heart of a sparrow
The Sun becomes a man.
M.J.C. 18.10.08
ATC is Arthur Tikhon cooke - my beautiful son, born on 16.08.08.
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