She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
I began with a slow movement of hand-
Much like a breeze of air touching a woman's hair.
Then, I roughly fastened and the rhythm began to change-
Much like a rabbit running for its life.
Then, again, I touched it harder and harder again.
A lot more pressure I put into it-
Much like a strong handshake from a mountaineer.
Harder and harder... harder again,
Until something started to come:
White and glorious... a decent act!
......
we’ve been poking ourselves,
or the ghost we call self.
(first, with no fist, no force,
just the hollow hum
of who’s poking who?)
we poke anything we touch,
anything we want,
under the will of the no-thing
or the collective crammed into
......
we’ve been poking ourselves,
or the ghost we call self.
(first, with no fist, no force,
just the hollow hum
of who’s poking who?)
we poke anything we touch,
anything we want,
under the will of the no-thing
or the collective crammed into
......
She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
I began with a slow movement of hand-
Much like a breeze of air touching a woman's hair.
Then, I roughly fastened and the rhythm began to change-
Much like a rabbit running for its life.
Then, again, I touched it harder and harder again.
A lot more pressure I put into it-
Much like a strong handshake from a mountaineer.
Harder and harder... harder again,
Until something started to come:
White and glorious... a decent act!
......