Violet belly song baby.
Some baby.
Some body.
Worldview in baby blues.
Baby Constellations.
baby stars baby wars
Baby love.
My baby love.
Baby Echoes in the baby chambers of our baby hearts.
step soft,
our dream lies here.
Baby grandpas up above,
Us below.
Watch us grow.
I see the moon
and the moon sees me.
Maybe baby moon baby
Maybe moon foxing on it
moon manning in it.
Maybe baby. Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe self-important flower petal
some planet flower spinning
on some flowered planet
all its own, all alone
Or amongst us wildest ones
wrestling endless fields of sun
of common, dirty, earth trash ones.
pepper in the edible and pink up the cities
all the pink moments in all the pink mouths
all the longest nights of all the newest years,
all the longest kisses
all the longest bombs gone out the longest windows
all blown out of baby darkness into baby light
Out the spinning earth clock in the baby belly,
Spits the Violet belly of the song baby out.
and he lay down in the grass and cried.
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