the Icarus bird

image from the life normadik



College of suns
Were pyramid high
My Muhammed
Climbed his mountain high
Through dense Goliath
And old mans shame
Its golden rays
Rebirth his name
For you are no archangel boy
Upon the skid
The crust of whip
We lie timid
He touched the ash
Which melted flesh
Clay for fingers
To pupperteers
Descending
To an orbits debt
I chew the tongue
And spit it