Fountains of shame summon your nemeses
We are all pregnant with our resistances
She speaks in rhythms deep
As poems emerge from her hips
She thinks about the river and it quivers
Underneath her skin
There are dolphins reaching for the sky
Flippers finding fingers to caress their alibis
We are all singers
Of a song that has no words
And painters of images that have never been seen
We are impregnated by our dreams
While single handed sailors row us all to safety
We are basically still ashamed
Of all this pretty ugly creativity
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 4:26 PM UTC
Fountains of shame summon your nemeses
We are all pregnant with our resistances
She speaks in rhythms deep
As poems emerge from her hips
She thinks about the river and it quivers
Underneath her skin
There are dolphins reaching for the sky
Flippers finding fingers to caress their alibis
We are all singers
Of a song that has no words
And painters of images that have never been seen
We are impregnated by our dreams
While single handed sailors row us all to safety
We are basically still ashamed
Of all this pretty ugly creativity
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