Saturday, March 27, 2021

Alien Lullaby

 

 


 

 

there is violence in the solitary crib

a dark ache of anomie

dissociation

bleeding is feeling

               pain equals pleasure

the tyranny of words that shape the consciousness

from the first moment of its winking on

               sliding in

                              opening up

round syllables resonating

bounding reverberating

roaring

inside the unformed mind

 

with what music, what songs do we fill

the alien unfoldings of a million billion infant futures

as they lie helpless in our arms

drinking in our emotions and prejudices

with the reverb of milk

their fernlike cheeks unfurling

against our breathing humming vibrating breasts

 

just noise to the unschooled ear

the definitions coming later

the syllables take on meaning

and the tones we’ve come to know as the rhythms of days

our actions based in primal memory

grow from feelings of love or abandonment

               anger, meanness

                              comfort or blessing

associated with those ethereal sounds

a heritage of the pre-lingual

the music of our words

in the land of First Contact

 


 

 

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