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