Born

Ghosts in the discipline

Of the human

Forces swimming within

Brewing a tone ascending

The fleeting

Passage of time

The planet turned in on itself

Then pieced back

Unearthed

Born

We all came from a woman

Grew our bodies inside her

Washed in her blood

First blood

So how does the mother stand beside

What she created?

As the child takes labored breath

Like the first

Last blood not like thе first

For walking, for playing

For driving, for breathing

For being

Burying her feelings

With thе limbs she bore to life

Her heart heavier

Than the body

We wrap around these times