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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