#materia-medica
We can never never forget
our birth right !
we among we are we who are not
****** for the demiurg's
plan
No one is !
self assured
protegee-s
are born with a silver platter
beneath their behinds
and golden locks around their hearts
Open the gates ! to compassion
to love and beauty
Mems are inherently deep
mims singing their song
of freedom forlorn
Endlessly lost in a wicked
vastness of matter
Dark tea time
The other one - is - medica !
Heal me
O'neal me
Nurture our love
Embrace me
Yearn to be yearned
(by her, by me)
Give me your spirit - to fly !
for a wide
while
I'll lend you - my shape !
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC