Striking through the clouds
Splitting like braided rivers
Through the sky
Making the sound
Of chariots
Rushing to the war
Outside I stand
In the midst
And watch the splendor
Of Momma
She’s a baaaaaad one
Power of the elements in her palm.
God gave her electricity
She made the current
And pushed those waves
Through the clouds
Inside I lay
And listen to the
Rhythm of nourishment
Against the pane of my window
The beat, soft pecking
Thor background
And sparkle show
Releases any inhibition
For relaxing
And nodding
Soulful rest


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