If i were my forefathers

A tale of a ground that would never bake
This is a page untold to hearing.
I would not carry this waiver and name me
I will lose my earth from its debris
I will lose a tooth in these waters
I will early my sun and set its name
I will choose a cold color for my shadows.
I will not penetrate the heavens yet
I will be venerated by immaculate halos
no thunder shall leave here unnamed
no lightening shall be unmanned
Hell will grow mad of its confusion.
This is my tail between these heads
If I were who you think I’d be
I will become a sea, a bee and a color of the sun who agrees

Ruddapoet