Tearing apart the womb ofdarkness
A child of blood red was born,
Without any signs of labour
On the mother's face
An expansion of unrippled blue
Washed away all the wounds
From the face of the fatherhood
Light was overflowing
From the smile of the child,
There came an end to deathness,
Wings trembled to open
For the ecstasy of flight
The lips whistled songs,
And words fell in rythyms
All flew in the wave of song
There was no sign of sunset nearby
Perhaps far far away beyond imagination.
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