It had happened too quickly
As though it needed to happen
Experience then sat on my brow
I remember the first cataclysm
When it had fortuitously happened
In the green sea of nothingness
When there were no words
There was all-around green fluid
My breathing was slow and rhythmic
My reaching out was tentative
Now again it is spasmodic, yelling
I want to reach out, my palms
Cupped in clumsy supplication
Then I did not ask to be born
As a mere chemical experiment
I do not want now to cease to exist
Merely as another cosmic event
Leaving a trail of flourescent words
Tell me quickly what I shall do
With the pretty luminous astral pieces
I have been garnering all these days.
14 Feb
Posted by esclava on February 20, 2005 at 2:50 am
A part of all, yet unique?
Small peices of something devine. But does it all fit together to make the whole?
Nice poem, even if I did interpret incorrectly.
Posted by esclava on February 20, 2005 at 2:50 am
A part of all, yet unique?
Small peices of something devine. But does it all fit together to make the whole?
Nice poem, even if I did interpret incorrectly.