Rolling Thunder

I’m a piece of light stuck in your spine I’m the noble thing you had to write I’m the piece of time that won’t be moved I’m the piece of pain stuck in your tooth I’m a man, of a certain kind I’m a woman, of a certain space and time I’m your mother, I’m your father We would dream in a rolling thunder You, you were kind of an epistolary blue You write your letters in a certain hue I am a rage of colours across the sky I am a blaze of colours formed of light We are men of a certain kind We are women of a certain place and time We are children, milk of our mother We were born under a rolling thunder I’m your mother I'm your father We are men We are gold We're Atlantis We're Medusa We're the world I'm the chain