These words aren’t my words
these thoughts aren’t my thoughts.
they’re our thoughts and our words.
i borrow from my brothers’n’sisters
we exchange strings of SYMbols
i capture your essence in my teeth like bailene
swallow some and let other parts drift away
all algae in the ocean
traveling light .
and growing off combination . nn distribution
The Great Mother
I*s born
by alchemy.
the combination of elements
makes Art.
channel fo(u)rth with gumption
and preside
over One-s actions.
know how I guide I F(ire).
N birth by marriage
tworlds collide
