Let Yourself Be Free

Evolution from the FishThis grandson of fishes holds inside himA hundred thousand small black stones.This nephew of snails, six feet long, lies naked on a bedWith a smiling woman, his head throws off lightUnder marble, he is moving toward his own lifeLike fur, walking. And when the frost comes, he isFur, mammoth fur, growing longerAnd silkier, passing the woman's dormitory,Kissing a stomach, leaning against a pillar,he moves toward the animal, the animal with furry head!What a joy to smell the flesh of a new child!Like new grass! And this long man with the student girl,Coffee cups, her pale waist, the spirit moving around them,Moves, dragging a great tail into the darkness.In the dark we blaze up, drawing picturesOf spiny fish, we throw off the white stones!Serpents rise from the ocean floor with spiral motions,A man goes inside a jewel, and sleeps. DoNot hold my hands down! Let me raise them!A fire is passing up through the soles of my feet!— Robert BlyCynthia's Site, InstaMentions:Okay DonkeyPsaltery & LyreGood people doing good things ---> Random Acts' Lantern Fund, How to Help MN Master List , How to Perform an Act of Kindness LocallyFood Not Bombs,INARA, MAP, Islamic Relief for Palestine, The Ghassan Abu Sittah Children's FundLegacy of War FoundationUNHCR,*I own and profit off nothing in this bizarre hubristic venture. It is a vehicle for expression, education, and artistic play (probably a little bit of a humiliation kink too if we're being honest here lol).**Hey hey, btw, all those do gooders I link to? They have no idea who I am and have nothing to do with me (and I like it that way). I just think they're neat.***My sounds and music comes from Epidemic Sound. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.