The Glade 4.0

I am my mother's only one
It's enough

I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns --
Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

From 'Love's Deity' by John Donne (1572 - 1631)

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost
Who died before the god of love was born
I cannot think that he, who then loved most
Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn
But since this god produced a destiny
And that vice-nature, custom, let it be
I must love her that loves not me

But every god of love will now extend
His vast prerogative as far above
To reach, to lust, to fight, to defend
The territory of this god of love
O! were we waken'd by this tyranny
Ungod this child again it would not be
I should love her, who loves not me

I long to talk I long to feel love
I sank so low to love her scorn
To reach, to lust, to fight to defend
To die before this god was born

From 'Manfred' by Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Love is worth pursuing
Through the burning wreck of a demolished world
Over mountain kings on thrones of rock
Through mansions in the clouds
On a starbeam I have ridden
Though my love may be forbidden
A breath of twilight blows
How the longing grows.

Love is intoxicating
Like the blue depths of the water
When the wind speaks
And echoes cross the waves
I have sailed rivers of time
To find you and make you mine
A breath of twilight blows
How the feeling inside me grows

I am the rider of the wind
The stirrer of the storm
A hurricane of rage
In human form
And now the hour has arrived
And this vow I renew
I am a monster of the sky
And I'm coming after you

Love is unrelenting
It burns deep
Like a slumbering earthquake
On a pillow of flame
I would burn over a thousand fires
For the object of my desire
A breath of twilight blows
How this need inside me grows

Held all within these flesh walls
Pair of dice and domino
Seven fingers and thirteen toes
Wind her up and watch her go
Spin her out of dust into rock and fire
Oh Holy water
Throw her to the earth
Through the burning air
Big bang survivor

Chorus- and now you gotta get it with what you’ve got
With what you’ve been given or not
And now you gotts get it with what you’ve got
With what you’ve been given or not
I was born to…

Held all within these flesh walls
Envelopes and time capsules
Mark her fingers and mark her throat
Spin her round and let her go
Send her like a cup to her mothers table
Swallow
Drink the water
Watch her play her part in a long fixed fable
Oh as her father’s daughter