– a babachinchin poem –



mountains, moss, pines, rocks,

water, feathers and backbones!

a magic spell only witches can chant

will it choke us or give us a view?

sip the brew

wait no longer.


our extraordinary sessions

are a bundle of feelings set on fire

to bootleg fireworks, shooting stars, fireflies

to smuggle sparkles, glitter, bright minds

over into this part of the globe

secretly renewed

feel welcome, take space

lots will be said and found

within the lost galaxy


only cosmic leftovers and gastric erosions.

we will all grow and unfold (b)old on lava land

hand anew over to the next


light years to come.


babachinchin – a poem – 19th of august 2013

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