The ticking has begun
prehistoric footsteps
grandstanding in my womb
composing spacial infinity
we are biding time
their heartbeats are prevalent
biological metronomes
click click clicking
into place serendipitous
notes, my warrior sings, we
halt the practices of our
civil disobedience,
disciplining cacophonous
narcissism to accompany the
crescendo of their cries
a harmonious drum roll
signals their existence
They direct this performance
our wombs the stage for
this nascent ovation.
prehistoric footsteps
grandstanding in my womb
composing spacial infinity
we are biding time
their heartbeats are prevalent
biological metronomes
click click clicking
into place serendipitous
notes, my warrior sings, we
halt the practices of our
civil disobedience,
disciplining cacophonous
narcissism to accompany the
crescendo of their cries
a harmonious drum roll
signals their existence
They direct this performance
our wombs the stage for
this nascent ovation.
they have been dreamed, hoped, and spoken into a more tangible existence. i think they are patient geniuses, not wasting time in the waiting space. i think they are busy packing their knapsacks. :-)
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