The Earth is
hungry to play alive with you
She draws you into her wave and boring orbit. Ha!
‘Alive’ —you may say you are.
Her round throat can swallow your continent.
So, about destroying —how important you are …
Go on enter into her! Yes? You were saying?
Her child is running a bathe for her now
And so she cannot always hear you
Only her natural divine ear can do that
Pray if you need understand what’s playing with her time
Pray for some balance between her bottom and the sun
She will never turn her back on tomorrow
With or without you … So …
If your going to die … Come on … go on and live with her
For she is not a female in the way you think with hips
Her gender is the syllable of “aah!”
She can hear the mortal fears
This does not at all excite her.
And there is nothing
Than wanting her as yours
© Copyright 1/10/2008 C.C. Arshagra
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