Biography (Day One)

I came out screaming from the womb No I am not a malcontent, I innocent Was slapped upon my nakedness. Gloom Was the first thing I grasp, a dissident Wet and squirming in ackward light Suddenly changes, I could not swim This new ocean of day becoming night I slept so that I would not know the grim. My mother's last child sixteen years gone All the flowers were dried up in their bed And yet old skies make still a brighter dawn But someone superior wanted me here instead I had a purpose before I was conceived My mission awaited me the day I was born My father was being rolled up like a sleeve They were at late evening, I was at morn. I often wondered what he said to her, before I am sure they did not hold hands about me The liquid tongue of tidal waves on the shore Sang not in prophecy, nor splash of memory She must have surprised him with surprise Ebb and flowing either which crinkling way: O I am about unamask our love's disguise And then came March, and the phoenix spring Ecstacy that came long before, now to follow The puffs and groans of agony, making the wing Puts a strain on the moth. March is a mellow Month ending when I am coming new From the wet blackness where God too Wet his ankle in the milk mildness of dew I am a child of spring, but how dry I grew. What was the boring sum of my days you ask This waking and sleeping and smiling on cue When my physiology grounding them in task Spoke of my humanity, making me like you O I had such dreams then, not where I am heading now and still do not know But where I coming from, the comfort there And memory fading, fading the more I grow. Here is the sum of it, the absolute beauty Of being born, and brimming with reality of God Heaven is somewhere in the past, O duty Shall find me there if earth backward would trod There is a mystery paling life at the edge Of life, There is a depth in us shallowed by time And I cannot unthirst me of this knowledge It is too absolute, and O, it is too sublime