#1987 - in a hotpot

 

1987

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10.vi.25

in a hotpot

 

hear the generations

sit the bones, wash well

 

whisper, touch and bubble up

there’s the rams horns chest tattoo

 

it’s a bit of a saga

here’s under Earth our thrall

 

kids’ splash and

some of these faces severe

 

bliss thermal, all year warm

this is the voice of the mountain

 

look up for a chorus of cloud

you won’t quite recognize these words

 

but sumer is icumen in

we abandon our worlds to be here