VENUS on EARTH REBIRTHS

Strange woman this daughter, awakes
reborn in swamp substance, white
her skin mend to be burned is black
No insect buzzes, no creature bites.
Wandering, planet Marsfield, something
nice smells, inviting, she not repealed.

Hungry! Guided by smell, not sides of world.
Not by instinct, of calculation.
Angry? Feet bare hurt, not cuddling kitten, found.
And around in swirls the smoke she spots.
Now, there he is my only idiot!
Is he my Master, now, she guts.

bud@

If we manage one day to travel back in time. Past can't be aware of us. As we are constant to our future. So from past we would only able to obtain the truth. -- bud@