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S/he be the first born daughter of water;

The volume of the sea

That waves sounds of

Sound waves that echoes

Into instrumentals of truth

Lost in her third eye

I opened closed corridors

And found reflections of erupted water fountains of youth

Now I am a pupil of her sight

In the sky S/he plant seeds of light

That shines into Nighttime poet trees

Her breath is a spoken breeze of eternity

Learning to love,

Crying was now a distant memory

Mystery S/he chose as her lover

And parented transparent lights

Of darkened holes

I swam the lagoon of her womb

And drowned in the deep abyss of her soul

And kissed a love song upon her lips,

This left musical footnotes upon her tongue

That strums the strings of hum drums

When S/he speaks

When S/he speaks the Moon drips blood

That eclipses the Sun

Uncovering smoke clouds of freedom

Freedom…

S/he freed them souls by casting love on the wind,

And recited poetry from top of Nighttime’s poet tree

“And multiplied the Stars

Times the Moon

Times the Sun

And factored “Me”

Whether factor be…

Fact or fiction

S/he fixed my visions of fiction

And now factuality sits on the front porch of my sanity

Deciphering riddles to dispel this vanity

S/he revealed secrets that could name the future

And sailed her soul through the fore-thought

Of the forgotten after-thoughts

Before thoughts were remembered

Unlocking the vaults of Amazon River banks

And Autumn forests in December

S/he penetrated her shadow into the wind

And birthed a blackness over this life

Becoming the darkness that precedes the light

Of the soul’s reflective sight

Reborn as the author of clouds,

S/he rewrote the depth of liquid skies

And paraphrased it in visions of my cries

Her shadow is my spotlight

Setting fiery Suns of my passion

Passing clouds of my thoughts

Calculating steps of unlearned thoughts

Imprisoning souls whom think spirit-soul can be store bought

S/he imprisoned my soul & forced me to love

So I loved forcefully

With a love unattained;

Eternal;

Eternally unattained, that seeps through eternal cracks

Explored by a love unknown;

A love of only the soul’s imagination

Brainstorming through the depths of a Moon ingrown

I have grown to become in sync with the Moon

Impregnating the Sun –

Life of the womb

Meditated tongues drowning intellect in the soulquarium of a hum…

“I hold my tongue when I should hold her hand…”

And dance re-membered memories on mumbles

With the slip of a tongue

S/he loved me before S/he loved her self

Her self, jealous,

Killed herself & Her

Before me…

Before my eyes…

Before my heart…

Before I could lover Her in return



Tha Prodigal One...