(Tune of silent Night)
Beat in the night
I wake with fright
The beat moves me
children can’t see ;)
Round supple virgin frisky and wild
Hips gliding in a whorly whorl
I dance and nobody sees
I am moving so free
Beat in the night
I wake with fright
The beat moves me
children can’t see ;)
Round supple virgin frisky and wild
Hips gliding in a whorly whorl
I dance and nobody sees
I am moving so free
the Sky,
the whorly colour of
an unknown stone...
...sliced free or from
its sibling side.
The stone unknown, itself
plucked free or from
it’s sibling soil, its Earth.
The stone was not a stone
until it was lifted (as in stolen)
from its place.
Or perhaps the unknown stone
was not a stone until - and this was
just before it was lifted (as in stolen) from its place -
it was seen as a part or a whole and then lifted
free or from the Earth and thereby the Earth was given an unearned unearthed
hole.
So, anyway, the Sky.
It was a whirled color of this world.
A part of this world which was never meant to be apart
or a part of this world.
“Maybe labradorite,” said Sarah.
If you are cathedral of consecration
I'm the voluminous chime summoning souls
If you are the moonglade mountain peak
I'm the fedora of snow atop you
If you are the bantam flame of hope
I'm the mammoth lantern you sit in
If you are the magnificent crown of laurel
I'm the koh-i-noor glowing your majesty
If you are the whorly petals of the gypsy-sue
I'm the daggerlike thorns of flaw
If you are the bard of the Zambezi
I'm the first sonnet of your anthology
If you are the mythical firebird
I'm the scarlet embers of reincarnation
If you are the forsaken pirate ship
I'm the glubs of your drowning
If you are the ancient persian pearl
I'm the millions carats speaking your worth
If you are the sacred vial of eternity
I'm the gluck to the kingdom come
If you are cathedral of consecration
I'm the open arms of the door of mercy
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