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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem about a moment of crisis and transformation

Submitted: August 04, 2012

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Submitted: August 04, 2012



Mad with rage, vexed by the incomprehensibility of this life, he threw himself against the world.

He was beyond the border now. The stars were hidden by the darkness. His dry and plaintiff cry for some maternal redemption met only with the empty echo of the impenetrable silence.

Coughed out by a vagina into the world, his nascent self shivered in the darkness like a blinking eye starring into the face of a bitter sun. He was supine in abnegation of his infancy, which stretched out supreme over the course of his life

A butterfly who was not faithful to its pupa past, flew past and whispered.. Are you really who you were?

The milky dawn cracks like an egg across the sky. He lies gently in her arms, his haven, his bliss. He can no longer hide from the stranger inside. He must forgive himself and feast on this life.

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