Buttermilk sky
Ivory kingdom
Down here I'm lying
And sometimes I wonder
How it just
Suddenly changed
Infant of clouds
Born amidst
Wild growing flowers
Aerial sprout
Raised by the wind
And the water
How it just
Suddenly changed
Orphan of air
Exiled in woven sheets
Protected form
Joy and from sorrow
A whole life of un-affection
Narcotic condition
A sleepwalking robot
Barely stimulated
Almost stimulated
To a point
When protection
Is smothering
Observing through
A plastic veil
Inside this artificial womb
A drip of transpiration
A finger following along
From the outside
An overwhelming light
In the inside
A motherly warmth
Sometimes it is soft
But mostly it's glaring
Beloved unconsciousness
Additive come
Oversensitive atrophy
Regulating intensity
Keeping balance with everything
Easing the pressure
And dimming desire
