Living in a modern world, full of colours Chameleon, it's odour! Hidden I have merengue my tongue to be modern 'Good morning!' I have learnt saying this at the wake...
It's been years now I was given form Mother's labour produced me I came from underneath mother's skirt Where oblivion was all I knew I have seen mother open up...
Short droplets in motion I see Traversing the space of the seer Truncated by gasps of air So tiny it bruised my hair Perched on the wet clouds Bonded lips...