Swirled up swirled down
Dip your finger in me
And swirl it around
Maybe in Alaska there
Is less heat to go around
Maybe the moths are happier
Take off running
Into the distance
Into the sound
I have a clever way of
Balancing the ups and downs
I like to monitor the waves
Whenever you’re around
Detaching from my intergalactic
Outer spacial crown
King of the unknown
Master of all invisible forces
I spread my arms out like wings
Set to fly above the organ keys
Just a minute piece of
What’s left dripping
In the outer bounds of
Nature grass and earth
Ready to give birth to
New comings even if I
Do not have a womb
Too many questions
Not enough answers
Resting my head
Upon your shoulder
Just before bed
Is it all still left unsaid
Just a caraway seed
And a bubbling head
A nonsensical way
To relax into
The perfume that ascends
Around us
© GÄ
Poétique 