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DAUGHTERS
DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented …
One in talons of Eagle
One on wings of Dove
Equally beautiful, equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
The yang of the yin
Frothing fierce powerful waves in a storm
Beating chests of seaweed rocks
Claiming it in its bosom
Then furling it afar
Into unknown oceans where
Neptune roars his roar on end
Boasting strength, logic illogic
Then light as a feather
Giggling waves on shimmering beaches
Rosy sausages examining crabs and bubbles
Laughing at blue-bottles and busy antics of ants
In crevices of creaky floorboards
While the autumn sun sets
Diamond dew-drops on clover leaves
Exclaiming at rushing workers and hairy worms
So the morning says Hello
A juicy apricot indigo tinged
Kissing at library entrances
Crumbly beneath its hard exterior
Where beetles have dug a hundred paths
Staring defiantly at an orange star
Scorning its scorching, gracefully factual
Proclaiming the largeness of Life so she thinks
Earth child reaching for unreachable Mercury
Spirit child, water bound, earth located
From an awakening Eye
One imaged from the bowels of struggle
When behind jail bars I sat counting toes
One imaged from the speckled gown of J-briel
As Saturn said goodbye
Sirius screamed from hell and wreaking pain
Wrought from rages and conscious sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
Rolling eyes from a womb of turmoil and terror
Dripping the darkness of strife with hidden crystals
Contemplating hypocrisy, deceipt, treachery
Torn apart by churning guts
While the medics oogled around
Then searching, searching, searching
Moon and Sun crossed one another
Not knowing which way but loose
Streams of rivers flowing downwards, then upwards
Sideways then byways in villages and towns of paintings
A gecko appeared on the pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
Then books came pouring down, pouring down
And numbers flew away
Lashes long, black as a crow
There can be no coin to ponder
No coin to teach from if not faces two
No tornado ripping apart if no breeze
Playing on a horse farm
No death if no life
The night clings to day
As daybreak clings to escaping night
Embracing and negating
Embalmed while flying together on a
Silver thread
In the Sky.
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