Speaks The Mother

Speaks The Mother
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Andrew Defrederico - 2021 Dec 08 23:16


Is in there that the blanket tear
For brave we are in the morning light
As were the stars once held to height
Fallen now, we must relate dulling
Of senses meeting the expectations
Weaving in webs of colour associations
That in way, create excede the marvelous
We develop great need for reluctance

Mother has won bitter battle scorn
The seven eyes attended the meeting
Jumped around and faced the evening
We, the geometric did, sick as the lid
To a conundrum forage merry as entered
This placid containment we call what shall
The freed men that women slaughter
Down to lead as a wrapped leaf
Mother, we hear you call our names

Please oh where how can be when
If not will who shall then?
Sister of old ways believe in you
Come as sworn blood given into
And the depths that read a night to under
Pillage the situation of liars plunder to
Dead for belief that wisdom, away, whisks
A solemn discovery that marks deeds done
A column of this of sea dark as seeds in sun
Run through hills for the thrills of killing fun

See can be a vision no longer no need believe not
Free span to a mission of stronger feed leaves taught
Wishful insanity and your realm became
Treaded by gone that was not is, a shamble
Secrets that moon be of bare sight
The contours allege the edges are a shadow of light
In the deceivance for a giver of you to this
Left in hurdles to a man be crazed-driven to