In hell iii

the sun never rises or sets on us she said with tears welling up inside the round circles of her eyes as they told a story with no lies but beamed off her chest with pride so we endlessly dance around her running in elliptical circles orbiting as we reflect her warm ever loving glow we cannot go far from here no matter how far she is always near for we are bound by the invisible strings of gravity our father’s web spun so far out intricately that though we see him not we feel his love radiating in her warmth and when the butterfly causes disastrous worlds to fall by soft spoken words on ears begging for release we find ourselves back at peace worshipping at mother’s feet her warmth ever loving seeds that bear trees of these fears are free to still scare children in their dreams who dream of being free from their mothers’ nightmares overbearing disease to be cured by independent fleets of roaches scurrying about for the survival of the species yet every mother’s dream is for her children to be free to stand tall on their own two feet independently sturdy as the tree planted by ever-flowing rivers that know no drought as long as that independence is not from me for I birth you and you sucked at my tit with your undeveloped teeth I nurtured those wandering feet poured tears on every wound till you were healed held you so dear that my heart broke into a million pieces every moment you spent away from me defying my identity forgetting that without me you would be no child and without thee I would not be free to sing the songs that mother’s sing in the village trees of children free who play far away in the sun and rain while the moon watched with cows jumping over spoons at noon never to be seen again till they return when the sun sets covered in dirt begging to be fed for the umpteenth time in the day without a word of thanks for all the tears we shed as loud screams when we see their pain and blood they shed with not a worry or a care for anything but this freedom they cherish to dance away and laugh with the fox to see such fun revolving and revolving again and again never knowing where it stops or where it begins to make its ways around the sun one more day at a time till we all eventually become one with her burned by her love too much for anyone to bear blinded by the light she shines consuming all darkness within with no escape in sight we fight our plight with pitiful might to never win a war we cannot avoid for how do you win against the sun


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