Bora born

Poles _

Language born
ears now drawn
the sense of
time defeats him.
Rainy nights
feel so tight
as de cafe
consumes him.

Thempla say
you know eh!
in lingo
to lose him.
Language might
with insight
steal the list
that bleeds him.

Think you're right
bless your tights
the mouth moves
in prison.
Another born
retro formed
of opposite
intention.

Say you're right
yes you might
mark the poles
that frame you.
Yes it might
feel just right
which beliefs
define you.

Thempla say
you know eh!
those thoughts sent
to move few.
But you say
oh which way
as poles move
within you.

Poles then say
make my day
there's something
to tell you.
Which one eh!
lights your way
is the spell
that binds you.

Poles then bring
the feeling
somethings strange
distracting.
They soon form
when they're born
opposite
the same thing.

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© may 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa  


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