Who is born
In the next room
So loud to my own
That I can hear the womb
Opening and the dark run
Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wren’s bone?
In the birth bloody room unknown
To the burn and turn of time
And the heart print of man
Bows no baptism
But dark alone
Blessing on
The wild
Child.

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Living,
Clarifies a little
Study and investigating,
A little more,
But Life, Us,
The Universe
Remain a Mystery,
Forevermore!

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