Be born within a solitary cradle
And perish in a narrow tomb.
Or there awaits another prison?
Another world, another bond?
And there he was –
Inside the sphere,
Internal chamber
Of his mind.
Without an arrow
Or a peer
He couldn’t walk
And felt like blind …
He knew no sights,
He saw no lights,
He heard no words,
He whispered none,
He couldn’t find
Where he'd be gone.
The outer time arrived
And brought the hole with it,
Over the end he cried
But it just ate the child.
And now he prays
From sun till moon
To know no sights
To see no lights,
To hear no lies,
To whisper none,
He never wished,
What he’d become.
Embryo
© Copyright: Сима Кивалена, 2007
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