Send Him Out of His Mother's Womb
Send him out of his mothers womb!
into a new moon of snare free engagements
fragrance seeps through his skin while animals fall from the cloudless sky
like rainstorms
the animals send worms to pavement, as all things need air
the man can feel his thoughts, but are they really there?
he receives short lived lashes...
those gashes go unfilled and turn into stashes of wasted potential
he has no vindication
compromising wiser words his life is filling with implications
a rising tree growing near him
stops short of it's potential and bends in anticipation,
the tree asks the man.......
“what really lies within?”
with no response.......
the man looks into himself and he knows what he wants
the man falls into the river and floats in his own thoughts
Send him out of his mothers womb!
Manage this man's mind and free him of this tree's questions bind
he floats downstream and dreams of that tree
hopes to god that he hasn't injured it's branches and leaves
he knows “what lies within” but the question sinks the man who could hardly swim
deep in the river it's too dark to see
clarification and love are mysterious things
I'm still working on this one a bit..
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