undone

She wrote her name in the form of Love In the form of dances Stretching her soul across planes of existences like a brush A brush Through fibers A brush Of every fiber Primordially unknown A brush with fires Wings Flying through clouds Like we do trees Beneath Sky, my dearest daughter Can she get much higher So high Rooted in livity and itality That dark matter So dark, it's violet That all matter So all, it's void Spirals feathered down my spine Here I kiss the soles of your feet The love below Chasing The light between I wonder, Sky, my dearest child Can we get much higher So high On tips Of toes And fingers Five Five Five Five Ten Ten Twenty It's in the flight of numbers, she writes E um É o número mágico You wanted me to write to your painting