Bora born
Swallow the sun _
Grass sitter, shoeless, babuk he waits the
frangipanni dawn on the esplanade.
Silhouettes move across the silken screen
of trinity inlet's false dawn light show
of a flood tide on a tropical shore.
The coral sea re-births leo's orb
fresh on the face from ageless wandering.
A water birth, star grazed eden's life force
eaten through eyes on the breath for times plus
time in a potent mix of chi pre-loved.
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© 18th jan 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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