#10
Pursuit of a nation
Freeze
the outline
of a molten memory,
a thousand times
repeated till
we could sing
every atom.
The mother breeze
across the fields,
our own sun
trickling down
our foreheads.
We were born
in the moist,
in your humid,
deep in green rivers.
Spread your ocean,
I imagine some
currency
and construct a dialect
in pursuit
of a nation.
of a molten memory,
a thousand times
repeated till
we could sing
every atom.
The mother breeze
across the fields,
our own sun
trickling down
our foreheads.
We were born
in the moist,
in your humid,
deep in green rivers.
Spread your ocean,
I imagine some
currency
and construct a dialect
in pursuit
of a nation.
"Freeze the outline
ReplyDeleteof a molten memory"
that is an unique imagery.....wondering about the source of such beautiful expressions..!