Post by GDelmarRatliff on Nov 16, 2004 21:42:24 GMT -5
Four Wick Candle, The Phoenix, And A Moon
in this make-believe and candle wick, call upon the great-god
ra whose flames burn at four corners,
living at mass with abandonment and destruction;
in five hundred of your earth years, i’ll come back to you
flying like a baby, and flying your baby, flinging ourselves back into you
sprung, spread as far out as solar system rubbers will allow
and yanking spawn back into itself
as only the golden benu bird can do.
oh great god-ra, your whole life lived in flames,
and perhaps if you’d be my father, then grant my fire,
a damnation of soul, grant me wings and grow me feathers
and off i’ll come, burning my corners to get to you.
ending up no farther than the moon
blocking earth from its light like a night-time phoenix
and have not only a four wick candle,
i’ll have with you a dinner, sunlit on the moon,
and we’ll be each other’s maestro.
G Delmar Ratliff
in this make-believe and candle wick, call upon the great-god
ra whose flames burn at four corners,
living at mass with abandonment and destruction;
in five hundred of your earth years, i’ll come back to you
flying like a baby, and flying your baby, flinging ourselves back into you
sprung, spread as far out as solar system rubbers will allow
and yanking spawn back into itself
as only the golden benu bird can do.
oh great god-ra, your whole life lived in flames,
and perhaps if you’d be my father, then grant my fire,
a damnation of soul, grant me wings and grow me feathers
and off i’ll come, burning my corners to get to you.
ending up no farther than the moon
blocking earth from its light like a night-time phoenix
and have not only a four wick candle,
i’ll have with you a dinner, sunlit on the moon,
and we’ll be each other’s maestro.
G Delmar Ratliff
