16 November 2016
11 November 2016
Water soul
Listening to pregnant butterfly stomach stories
And watching live womb action,
Imagining the horror of modern living
To an initiated water soul,
I am caught in my own little time frames,
Freely choosing when to pop in or out.
Before the real fear crept in, I asked.
And now comes the excitement,
Stirring a teabag while allowing delicious thoughts
Of the time it takes to forget a dream,
The time it took to forget who I am
Back when I was born.
Back when I was born.
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