March 29, 2011
From inside the belly of the earth
And in-between the thorns
The salts and seas conjured up
One of the most beautiful, still and moving forms.
Between the bosoms of life and death
And underneath this fleshed pealed skin
There spawns and breathes a life form, imploding from within.
With wings that fear no measure, and beats that know no ground
In hope it dives and swims and flies and through the universes it’s found.
Surrendered and surrounded by the electricity of the invisible touch,
The bite of the lip, the grit of the teeth,
The wind that howls and the water that seeps,
Between the fractured earth and pores of decaying skin,
Is where one cracks and discerns a polyphone buried deep within.