Neon clouds
Restless clouds
Sucked dry of all their color
Only electric
ashen mounds
To call my home
My mother
A moment to burn, matrí
A moment for bright, bright yearn
When will it be my turn, matrí?
What have i left to learn?
Eyes have washed with tears
For so many moments
Of pure harmony
Never shared
Only seen
When will you tear the veil
Tween hand and hold
And let touch
The things
Of beauty
Where were you when
The choices divided
Without me
Where have you been?
Where was i
By the time growth
Would not satisfy?
Where am i?
Can a man break the ties
which tether weather
To our lives
To swell, flow, quell
In circular spell
Can man calculate the span
His person might fan
If given the purest opportunity?
Would that subject him to
Impunity?
Can i forget what beget
From a life led
In manner best
But yet brewed
The Inevitable Regret
As befits
The imperfect man?
Baby wants to know
Baby always wants to know
And never again will he want as much as now
So give him everything you can
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