Poor Beautiful Delicious
She sat under the
sea-swept stars she
found great big amazing
and underneath the apple tree
we found her there
and held her hand
and stroked her hair
no children
no children,
there for me
no children dance ‘neath my Christmas tree
and when we left
we found
she wishes-- the magic did not have to end.
She wishes her children would love her.
She dips into the cesspool of humanity
and finds a gem
and another
it is a gem-field
but again
she sleeps
.
Waters ripple and flow
all good things end
eventually
unless a corn of wheat fall to the ground
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she is launched
and she was never mine to start with
no one is
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how I wish
a part of me wishes
though I know it is evil
because it is not right
I did not have to make friends with them.
I have to figure them out.
I want not to.
I am tired.
But it is evil.
So I must.
We must make ourselves different,
And we find ourselves different.
Will I be acceptable now?
Or will I still know myself again?
How I wish
to lie under the starry skies
to see them all
to observe
quiet
alone
to commune with that which
comes out
only under the stars
when one is alone
But it was not made for us to be alone
not permanent.
