Mother

let the life and the death swirl around you
dancing one hand inside the hand of the other
they mingle as air mingles with denser dirt
as rainbow loves its end the same as its birth

why do you avoid these, nature’s gentle storms?
control is born from a fearful mother’s scorn:
fear in the heart of every modern man and male
has made into fish the mightiest of the whales

tiny fins frantic to capture every drop of rain
dying from the remote salty beach-like plains
for she never wanted you to safely swim away
lest you find the love you deserve to find one day.

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