About Nothing V80

                                                               V80

birthing right abroad the straits of this here glory-us dimension
[;]  tis but made from condensed powder of the [LIFE] all-mightn’t
He award us retroactive/eternal of your condition:  living entrails
forcefed liquids coloring itself beyond old questions my 6 year saint
presented: what do i, mortal myself mulling to this day say her questive
form sought with grace?  my peace fraught with things that i’d die loving
i’ll tell her to be the eyes of the Goddess making moments out of Angels.

i’ve two such precious pieces