Existing In Time Poem by Michael World

To my love on her birthday and every other day of time.
Patricia da silva,11/03/12

With your seagull like eyes
constantly watching over
our child who will take
our second lives into the new,
With your sun cracked skin,
Telling a thousand stories,
Like the waves of the Atlantic ocean CRASHING
against the florianopolis beach.
Then returning to silent, still, NOTHING,
But pure EXISTENCE.
Waiting for the next wave to expose
another story from the belly, undergrowth, realms of TIME, EMERGING, TRANSCENDING into polaroid pictures
that will be looked upon threw our family tree
until the earth and sun COMBUST into GIGANTIC, POWERFUL, EROTIC ORGASM.

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