Father

Your son gave birth to you
From the infant meaning
Initiated reasoning within you
Burned eyes absorbing light
To crate you on gold

Suffocating moments to stop
Making time so that you
Can exist without presence
And wouldn’t be to be a matter

He committed suicide through
Tape of streams in the moon
To confirm your invisibility
And vomit his past in to you

You’ve been fed diamonds
So that finally became
A cipher philosophy that can
Be only deciphered by me

Now you are my father
Lead me to those lands
On which the last chapter
Of those diamonds tale is written

SD Motha