Give the earth a kiss: an experiment.

Tilt in form to silence stop/stare at the revolutions of space time place/kings and queens die of flu - shapes of deceit find seeds of truth/ dream - a pot of stew is a ransom/give the earth a kiss/salutations of groaning serfs servants slaves/pain is sweeter than death/tilt back to the formless cry in a mother's womb/ask is this earth or hell then stop/put two coins on her lips/payment for sordid deeds/she comes esu laments/darkness freezes over - a plate of fried eggs/silence unbelievable/rotate back to god and stop/peace sudden bliss ejaculations and precipitation rains harvests and babies/tides and moonlit nights/is this not earth?/capsize your thoughts in the deluge of new words -/serenade encapsulate repudiate revolt and kick tables asunder stop/verbs are guns on tongues spat ra-ta-ta on paper/please the revolution has stopped and earth stills/steals back to god/speak father of men/a masquerade twitches and raffia leaves crackle/who called aze to the town square? /sit this is how revolts begin/we will journey back and forth on the tongues/of elders like kola nuts and spit/this song is changing my feet to wings/ shake the earth's dust and watch the sun's motes become bronze/save us save us/ death is a body and we are its bones/keep talking until words end/a cockerel crows its first and we begin and we end

I am experimenting again. I am trying my stream of consciousness with little edits; little or no punctuations, no line breaks, only one capital letter. I don't know what this means but I feel out of sorts with my writing of recent and I need to get my mojo back. Tell me your thoughts.

©Oka Benard Osahon, Nov, 2019.