Something is missing. Something large and extraordinary
an organ is out of it's place
something is missing, something grande and absolute
it is lost in the space, lost in memory, lost in time
no longer tangible to the tangible mind
The parents I was born with are gone, alone I stand
Child of the Universe, in the palm of her hands
My mother is the wind, my father is the rain, my mother is the sun, my father is the moon, my mother is the light, my father is the shadow, my mother are the trees , my father is laughter, my mother is a trail, my father are the branches, my mother is a voice,
a voice
quiet, secret voice
whispering when
it's time to go,
it's time to stay
Perhaps what is missing is the matter to the mind.
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