How many, Sarah?
Cecily’s heart fills with laugher. “How many?”
“Ma, I told you! Free!”
The heart felt across years. Enough for her to recall and laugh until her dying day.
“And then you said, FREE.”
oh holy binding non-bending number of importance and solitity
I wonder of the equality of a square, the simpicity of a circle, the slaves of a pyramid.
Oh, pact between third-eye, heart and shoulders,
practiced from youth
tapped into my psyche
I think i’ve learnt to count numbers,
slide across fractions
spell out your language with a slain mother tongue
so if you knock knock, whose there on the inside
is a sphinx shaped minataur
somewhere in between
free and free
and free and
I dont really remember, but I am glad you did.
enough for my heart to fill
with the sweetest taboo
like a woman in somalia
a soldier of love
is a diva
'cause diamonds are forever