A Song For Lady Sovereignty

a song for lady sovereignty this is the first thing i remember i was a husky, curled, and waking moon when i first dreamed this dream when my blue and yellow inside sea first saw lady sovereignty she was a twisty movement of ease and grace a healthy, strong brown-red hourglass slippery, windless aching to resurface to wrap her damp knot of answers around my confused and dependent blues to revive my glum and gloomy attitude toward reason he was floating golden bright when he first felt her sound a hidden figure dressed in rocky warm, and rolling ivy gowns his frame was shaken as she starting singing a song that had no words she held his face and surged him forward toward rebirth by beaded turns instead of absorbing, he pushed her ignored her and cried out loud in lonely fear 'pesky lady, get away from me just five more minutes at my mother's breast a little more time in her prickly long dead, rotten arms that i half believe are comforting i like the stink, the selfish, disillusioned power that my new great father taught me i do not need you! i do want you, lady sovereignty' so now forever he remains underneath darkness pretending all the while but to me, her mystery smelled sweet the waters calmed, she drifted ever upward and asked to strike a deal 'use your words for good to cure to remind the people to heal to revitalize and resurrect, to inhale united to sit in silence, to listen, to be still to regain control from the shadow maker and walk down roads where winds are soft and patient' lady sovereignty, she promised me and i took her at her word fear will leave me if i let it if i have the nerve to rise and steer with her through truth's fluent, fluctuating ravine so i stamped my stamp onto dried bark sealed with sap and folded clean sang songs out loud for courage allowed myself a fighting chance and joined the band of lady sovereignty