Te Tamari No Atua by Nicole Assenza I spend a lot of time decorating masks; I don’t want to die when The only thing I’m still hiding is The lines of my face If there’s anything about me It has to be this— The sand of my Childself oyster Continues its progress Polishing the rough of my soul Into a pearl less dull Continuing with the sea metaphor Whenever I go there I feel as though I’d live to dive and die Crawling back up the wet womb of the earth There’s something warm and usual there And I am so tired already Messenger birds of worry sit politely on my shoulders Their weight is patient and heavy Patient until I have the time to sink-- And the dirt’ll touch my knees And even then; I won’t pray I’ll look to the stars, however Thank them for their forever smile And when the last of my dust is gone Even the stars won’t know Everything about me There’s something about the endless things And I am still a child to them 12/28/2006 Author's Note: I'm like that black crow flying in the blue sky. Posted on 12/29/2006 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)