Blissweaver
Babyface
There will be re-openings of chance.
Sun butterfly, lift up your noonwhite wings
and flee unwinded leaves, to fight a dance
across a road of dazzling moving things,
blurs of cars and rocking trucks. Make risk
what makes you live. Fly, skate the weighted air
that stylus-thick beats on this broken disk
of earth. Groove songs of danger's freeing flair
upon the leaden surface of this day,
mark out a song of rapture and of death
and move world winds, when flashing winging way
across dank city dust where no good breath
is ever drawn. Risk end, that in your fall
new air might stir and thunder save us all.
Sun butterfly, lift up your noonwhite wings
and flee unwinded leaves, to fight a dance
across a road of dazzling moving things,
blurs of cars and rocking trucks. Make risk
what makes you live. Fly, skate the weighted air
that stylus-thick beats on this broken disk
of earth. Groove songs of danger's freeing flair
upon the leaden surface of this day,
mark out a song of rapture and of death
and move world winds, when flashing winging way
across dank city dust where no good breath
is ever drawn. Risk end, that in your fall
new air might stir and thunder save us all.
