Pregnancy
By ecologist
Pregnancy Hangs --- in the air Immutable, an echo Of life…death Aborted reality Lost – tractless In the destiny Of silence Palpable entity … without Voice I am, you are, it is Pregnancy Without thought Without form Hangs On voiceless lips While time Ticks on – in finite Limit. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 12:28 AM PST 0 • 10
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