The posings of a poet.


If a feather were my father
I couldn’t be any lighter light


If the sky were my skeleton
I Couldn’t be any higher height


If the sun were my son
I couldn’t be any brighter bright


If the moon were my mother 
I couldn’t be any whiter white


If the seas were my sister
I couldn’t be any mightier might


If black holes were my life blood
I couldn’t be less unseen sight


If gravity were my god
I couldn’t ever be unrequited quite


If longitude were my legend
I couldn’t be any more uncited cite


If the tide were my teeth
I couldn’t have any less biting bite


If Excalibur were my existence
I couldn’t be more benighted knight


If the sand were my salvation 
I couldn’t  be less uptight tonight


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