Bora born
Mind beat _
Those stories in rhythm
with new lives of their own
let's see, choose me, I'm here
just waiting to be born.
Now what's his mood like, there's
still no plan to his day
seven, six or five feet
can three have some say.
Will he want to walk the
talk, with stories in tow
or just spell for a while
like he's doing right now.
Crowds of soft images
in mind patiently wait
and morph their existence
in a soft pulsing state.
To forethought then recede
will he choose me this time
it depends on that mood
and the beat in his mind.
- O -
© nov 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
with new lives of their own
let's see, choose me, I'm here
just waiting to be born.
Now what's his mood like, there's
still no plan to his day
seven, six or five feet
can three have some say.
Will he want to walk the
talk, with stories in tow
or just spell for a while
like he's doing right now.
Crowds of soft images
in mind patiently wait
and morph their existence
in a soft pulsing state.
To forethought then recede
will he choose me this time
it depends on that mood
and the beat in his mind.
- O -
© nov 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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