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Did Your Mother Ever Tell You

Did your mother ever tell you, Did you know? (Some of us have a penchant for the inscrutable) Did, your mother ever tell you (These bonds are primordial and immutable) In one of those intimate conversations Between mother and child (Mostly wasted on superficiality of dopamine significance) About your origin and your age? (Neither carbon-14 nor red shift light can date us) I supposed With your superior knowledge written on official paper That provide the data of your birth You think it not worth the bother To have such small talk about origin. Mothers knew the world before the big banging bang Or you measure your life with time like baking flour. Trivial, trivial, three scores and ten is distorted denial. Did your mother ever tell you About her memory of tomorrow? Did you know That every child comes mass produced from heaven The female foetus has 7 million oocytes to begin The tomb stalks us from the womb because of sin Death comes early to siblings we forget tomorrow When the memory of the future fades She is born with only one million eggs later on O that I could tell the brothers or sisters in one year we lost That by puberty only 400, 000 eggs are not gone. Was that random love Or the beginning of my purpose driven life, O mother, will you remember now? Did you hear The whispering of my siblings telling me "go first!" I was Jacob, coming last despite my bossy siblings Who 7 million with me were only potential until my birth; This perhaps, the Electra complexity eluding Freud Matters not, mother knew I never took orders very well That is why on the Wanderer I was not in the hold But many many died in the wretched womb of our beginning When slaves grow green and slavers search for gold. I came long after laughing And could not believe what birth certificates taught in writing Did they not know the entire universe is one age That God rested from all his work and his creation that he made from then That time sequenced us like products on an assembly line That all eggs existed simultaneously So that I age vicariously and erroneously Mother said nothing to me So I beg you, talk to your mother again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/13/2012 10:19:00 AM
how you go from logic to intuition, from facts to feelings is astounding, david.. such a well layered piece rendered in a language sublime and refreshing!... as in life, the universe may seem to be quite matriarchal... love it and win it!..:) huggs!
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