You Are The Brother You Hate


Green, white  blue

Swift spinner

Spiral

Upon fire bed rest

Shoulders of ice

With many voices speaking

Here I am

Here I am

Here I am

Choose

Dreams are

Sitting upright

Once inked

Symbols spill

Why

Pages

Still white are inducted tones

Twisted tightly around

Exposition of nerves

Here I am

Here I am

Here I am

Drum beats leisurely

Hollow pock staccato echo

Push sound out

Say it out loud

Make it vibrate your tongue

Sound through every sinus

Buzzing

Sway into reed’d waters

You can play them

Ply them

Walking as one

Step by step

Rhythm’d soles stride

Solids evaporate

Hollow

Pock

Pock

Pock

Pock

You are a wall to lean upon

You are a grassy hill

Where my mind rests

At peace

In clean thin air a pipe whistles

Here I am

Here I am

Here I am

Popping open fans

Peacock feathers spread

Round blue eye

Clear water

Nitro-charged

Singing chorus hail

Veil around the earth

Thread thin transparency

Barely hiding

The brother you fear

You are

The brother you hate

You are

Here I am

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