As the sky drew her cottons against my eyes
I slumbered on the arms of time
Lost in a blue space of yester-years
Days of my late great grannies
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What a screaming silence,
And the echoes of its ambience,
Claiming this space with cold air,
Oh, I see, a virtue has gone out here,
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Under this singing sky
Smoked with balloons
The butterflies of our hearts soar
Floating on the stream of the wind
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The sky's bleaching paste is used up,
Skin swooped by Melanocytes
Dilatorily dropping out of sight
Into the deficiency of light,
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Ma, I’m still here brooding over you.
It’s still like yesterday before you left us
To join our ancestors.
Pretty women still wonder where your secret lies
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Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!
My eyes have heard,
That which my ears could not hear,
My ears have seen,
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A night forcing his will
On the way of a redressing day
Quickened my eyes to see
A particular planet aloof my way
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Just on the pulse of your return
My heart again is torn
Pass me by til morrow
My eyes be blind your shadow
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Is about ten thousand,
And nine hundred and fifty eight days!
Since I alighted from a vacuum darker than the coons,
Shielded from the eyes of passing moons,
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Tufiakwa! Tufiakwa! !
Let the cloud bathe you with an old woman's saliva
A curse you find no pillow of peace
Under this distant canopy
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