Week 4: January 2019

This is a poem I sent to my beloved cousin, for her Kickstarter Reward. It is named after my new album "A Matter of Time"

During the incubation phase -
A chicken wing will ignore it's feathers,
And lie limp in a slimy substance
Called the future.
Though ugly and warm,
This texture produces life itself.
Never underestimate a catalytic force,
Or
Unquenchable impulse.
Because buried in your unborn bones
Lies a fragrance that is magic.
And this perfume will attract your
Perfect lover.
Slowly,
you will grow.
Old skin will shape shift and re-pattern
Itself
To reveal - like a maddening jigsaw - 
a shape
That is, and has always been,
Your delicate and lovely self.