Roll along towards
the great broad bridge,
stand straight, strong
on time's razor
sharp ridge,
go beyond
transcend
dirt floor hut
Croatian lineage,
while two white doves
float soft,
newly born
to soar aloft
over Colima's volcanic
crimson morn
where a white steam
funnel pushes up,
adorns day’s promise
of one’s own
solid parentage.
Earth’s depths exalt
in grand song
and penetrate
infinite sky
with glad sound
and smoke
revealing
your true
unpredicted
marriage to hope,
life’s flow of rest
and flower,
sun and shower,
uncovering forever
this invisible
flying carriage.
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