Given over to History - Raspberry Bulbs

A time when

Cruelty and violence

Had no name

They were one and the same

One of few

Means of expression

The first component

Of our language

The first step on the stairway

There is certainly

Something strange happening

And meanwhile we laugh

Astrology be the pins

Sticking through

Human being taxidermy

Deny beauty unending

Ignoring its rapture

We Instead are overcome

By the task at hand

Engulfed in the meaning

Of every day gleaning

There is no holding back

The sun from its beaming

Your eyes

Just looking at you

It’s all true