SWW (18/02/60 / Bath Uk)


there are times, in your life
when you walk toward the light
a moving out of dark, like any mystic

and before the light has gone,
it will brand you with a song
a mark, that says your home is globalistic

and, again before too long your works will soon belong, to the center of the holocene ballistic

now, the cosmos is the carpet of our soul
the galaxy, the whole of me
the milky way the holocene,
the gas that tore abundance from the plume of natures pelt

a miriad of stars to light me on my way,
why must i still need pleasures on the way?

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