The memoire of a foetus
Without your choice or mine,swaddled in ignorance was I,
of your first
incantation-
swaggering or shy
trivial or profound
and your first sound
that brought me
to your warm womb
as tomorrow
lest human seed
might suffer the same
destiny as that of dinosaurs,
save innately conscious was I,
destined with time
to rejuvenate the withering
tree of man
but before
love grows into flesh and word
what was an unfinished
creation-
a precipitation
of blood
became my transcendence.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2022-05-16 at 04:06




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