Bora born

Blue door _

A ball of blue in endless spin

the living libraries sentience brings

a textured space to eden's mind

consciousness not so hard to find.

Creation's glue spells her matter

time stands still in splendid wonder

falling through her gravity zone
our space warped epoch's reviled throne

where death's next kiss is welcomed home.

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© jan 2012 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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