Like a sargassum washed up
Why do they create
Nasty words for people that
Want to be kind to one another
If you talk like that must be
Meant as a joke and I’ll be
Pleased to ignore it
Watch the stars shine up
On the curve of my back
A hump like a hill on the
Crest of the prairie
Where something treasured
Was once buried
Listen listen listen
It’s the best thing we can do
Different life zone uprising
In the horizon pink and blue
Silhouette of our hue
White clouded arches
Less confusion more stars
Disillusionment is a myth
Akin to being locked into
Your clothes when they
Are just as easily unzipped
Or unbuttoned
© GÄ
Poétique 