Baby Child as a man
as a living grain of sand..........
Sifting on the ever changing shore
greeting the sunrise,
picked up upon gypsy woman.
Her flaming night as ravens even sleep....rainbow cloth
tambourine complimenting her chanting choices of graces.
And love her "god".
I actually looked upon her on my right,
coming forth.
........and baby child , then looked his left to eye
and 11 or 12 women, men and little ones approached;
they clad their masters wish :
White robes swaying to be baptized,
these two worlds crossed each other in front of me.
Afterwards, Baby Child sipped a heartful of ocean......
Spat out the waste and walked upon the New Day....................................
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