baby things

Mothers harness their big bang haircut
Ever atom ever was
Fuzzy was a bare joke cat in box
Pandora, purring in singular resonance
With tsunamis, ripe grain, tectonics
And gin, mothers juniper
Berry into the old log did trek,
Rolling to a rest and subsequent syrup state
Hence the shortened bangs
Looking deep out
Into the time box, forelocks adrift in radio
Beamed gold, mothers milk 
Made of star silica and moonbones
Ever's eve and atom's atom did trek,
Lazy fast by instant muse music
Only mothers ivory harp a constellation
Retained, called the colander to a full
Empty room of baby things