Music and God

There is this blue room
in a life of mine
where I will find you back
opening the treasure heart out of shells
there is nothing in it but red velvet

But I will find you back
one or more births away
a few chambers back
or forwards

When I had you in my hands
it was around me
but waves do have the look to hold it
also I found you in a book
about a girl who couldn't find God
you tapped jazz from her eyes
and loved her in a hut with a blue inside
between two bending palm-trees

There I whisper until the ape with hands like mine
recognizes this seadrunk songs are not to make a fuss

You are still near after
I drank bottles of languages
now I can not speak one
like my own

There is this love of yours
it remains in my body
it remains in this something
that never gets lost
if inside of me there is a volcano
one of my inner islands drifts
in a warm bath

I am the melody that lives
on your rhythm through the earth.














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