Daye 37 / Foaming Bays

it seemed a nice way to start a day
shipped in sheba's foaming bay
a distant swimmer in a sea of trees
and then a bleached man with juggler's hands
scaled an oak to understand
the childlike sweetness in the sky's blue breeze

goddess in the fortress
of the world is just a slaughteress
so let's grow into the sky
just like a grove of trees

I danced thunderbound up to the mound
of past and present pleasures found
all caged and guarded by the eyes of
blind river men with twisted limbs
devised to choke the throats of kings
robed in willow woven skins of hind
~ Marc Bolan