.
We breathe so lovely,
****** in ******
Waters held so deep
In a body of flesh.
This cave is under,
In pressures of hope
Beneath even air
The sun is knocking.
The babe is tided
To a rope of dreams
Waiting in dull room
Lighted by sheets.
Tiny fingers tower
In the shroud of wetted
Being and eyes see
Blindedly closed.
Now the spirit dries,
Must leave waters hug,
Voices carry beyond,
We trudge into light.
Solution to unalive
Is life naked and crying,
Water breaks and we drown
Into the shut world.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
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We breathe so lovely,
****** in ******
Waters held so deep
In a body of flesh.
This cave is under,
In pressures of hope
Beneath even air
The sun is knocking.
The babe is tided
To a rope of dreams
Waiting in dull room
Lighted by sheets.
Tiny fingers tower
In the shroud of wetted
Being and eyes see
Blindedly closed.
Now the spirit dries,
Must leave waters hug,
Voices carry beyond,
We trudge into light.
Solution to unalive
Is life naked and crying,
Water breaks and we drown
Into the shut world.
