A Womb of Darkness:
Now I am, while first I wasn't,
Now I have become.
From whence first I was,
I now know I was not.
I sent forth my whole being,
My arms to reach out and grasp,
My legs to stand or run fast.
My head to ponder what I saw and heard.
Leaving behind my torso which became a barren place,
in need to share its empty space.
A broken shell,
discarded like a cicada's birthplace,
a butterfly's cocoon.
I grow within,
from whence I was first broken.
During shattering death,
it knew no life to be within its womb.
The long ascent,
my birth coincides with my end.
Light and dark,
Alpha and Omega,
All colors in the spectrum,
There is no white or black.
People are so blind to where they stem from.
Leaving the children of the light also blind!
And so the light is obscured from understanding,
so close at hand, but still not seen.
Light is coming, and when it does,
it shall phase everything together.
(In collaboration with Darren White)
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