...the young poets rise to kiss the soul of the revolution...
Still busy as . . . something really busy. But I saw some cool poetry and decided to share an excerpt.
...But a universe of skin & breath
& changing thought &
burning hand & softened
heart in the old bed of
my skin From this single
birth reborn that I am
to be so --
My own Identity now nameless
neither man nor Poet nor dragon nor
God
But the dreaming Me under
Physical stars with tender
red moons in my belly &
the Sun the Sun the Sun my visible father
making my body visible
thru my own eyes!...
Anyone know who wrote it? I'll give that cool kid 5 points. If you need a hint, it's the same poet who wrote the snippet in my subject line.
...But a universe of skin & breath
& changing thought &
burning hand & softened
heart in the old bed of
my skin From this single
birth reborn that I am
to be so --
My own Identity now nameless
neither man nor Poet nor dragon nor
God
But the dreaming Me under
Physical stars with tender
red moons in my belly &
the Sun the Sun the Sun my visible father
making my body visible
thru my own eyes!...
Anyone know who wrote it? I'll give that cool kid 5 points. If you need a hint, it's the same poet who wrote the snippet in my subject line.