Mothers Womb

Mothers Womb
Contented place whence to come
Everything is bella or seemingly so
For if shelter eternally belonged
The aims of time would soon
Wing low with claws wide
As to pluck a blooming soul
Who is the one who knew not
Not knowing and the grace within
Homeless was he
To know or not know
Beggar of thee
Oh mother of beast and breath
Not a word uttered
As her supple source
Is kindly slowly mercifully painfully
Play and play well
From these barren deserted plains
Whence the children wander in foolish delight
A foolish thief smiles with delightful gratitude from
Mothers womb


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