god is nowhere
god is nowhere
The Eighth Lifetime:
His periwinkle skin made entirely of ice
after so many years, one can get lonely
sitting on the stone walls surrounding the garden
He waits
She is but a cowherd
brown silk
all the way from the mantle of this planet
incompatible with snowflakes
as women of fire must be
yet somehow
two beating, pumping organs learn to coexist
and even pulse as one
to say it was as beautiful as a star would be massively incorrect
for it was a nebula, silently imploding
sand that breathes across the desert
whispers in the wind
sun glinting off glass to blind the sighted
blood that gushes from scabby flesh
He plays his flute
and the flowers sing back
Her bare feet make no sound
fingers and elements intertwine
He ascends into the sky, melting into a puddle of blue
and Her, into the ground, erupting into soil
the beginning of the creation of Earth
god is nowhere
god is nowhere
god is nowhere
The Eighth Lifetime:
His periwinkle skin made entirely of ice
after so many years, one can get lonely
sitting on the stone walls surrounding the garden
He waits
She is but a cowherd
brown silk
all the way from the mantle of this planet
incompatible with snowflakes
as women of fire must be
yet somehow
two beating, pumping organs learn to coexist
and even pulse as one
to say it was as beautiful as a star would be massively incorrect
for it was a nebula, silently imploding
sand that breathes across the desert
whispers in the wind
sun glinting off glass to blind the sighted
blood that gushes from scabby flesh
He plays his flute
and the flowers sing back
Her bare feet make no sound
fingers and elements intertwine
He ascends into the sky, melting into a puddle of blue
and Her, into the ground, erupting into soil
the beginning of the creation of Earth
god is nowhere
god is nowhere
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