so f(t)ly, my little embry(o) tiny kisses on the pink heels of his feet, with his closed eyes, sleeping in a fleshy, thick cloud drifting towards, bouncing against plushy, sound walls pushing outwards, distant now as time and space wrap around his head a fluttering lash, a pulse one last good bye, and then there he is, his umbilical cord is detached, his form has been peeled and shed, drifting through and searching now being pulled into a sea of faces and colors and sounds a sea of me being placed into and pushed and fit and sealed, born once more. |
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