Birth Song

In the year of the ninth moon's passage when the cradle was full of love of the flood of eyes of the big rock's kick and love cut open wrecked distances

And time / was it?/ a still breath's bundle stood on head in the air by the heels and squealed in a clenched-fisted silence at the sea and the ship's bottom fallen and the milk rock pendulum of a breast fed it breath and keels of the closed-in rocked-in stockinged sea made a lap the world --

bounced you on pigeon-toed columns of feedings what happening-to-life your selflessness to self-possession would dispossess the same questioning you in your time it knocks

to see in form the sea beauteousness its wilderness placidness on its far night loneliness wakefulness knowingless forlorn cough calling that the pendulous sea would have into your body a life likeness of love

You were like beloveds' contentment contentions against time & modern conscience --- you laughed back upon their cunning

you were kisses at breasts wishing milk-unceasing love slept here between these and night and the crib & spoon

You were a clown before sadness and windows of tears full of laughter gave vent to the old year's mood of dismal time in the face after lovelight forever

And now your time is saying you are now

even always abreast mother of the world the ship of hope passes from its quiet eternity out of you

now enough now sailing comes the new hope

throughout emotions emerald coruscation enchantment does not stop but glows damn over damn an alembic of interlocking glow overflowing generationally from hope

here is home from the beginning with birth's song -I, Builder- said again.