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