Consciousness While In The Womb
Before the Dawn — the Soul awakes —
Within a curtained Room —
No Candle lights the Consciousness —
Yet stirs — within the womb —
A Whisper through the Watery Veil —
A Music — faint — and near —
The Fingers start — the Eyelids dream —
Yet Thought is not — quite clear —
The Chamber — soft — with Silence sways —
Sedation — sweet — as Sleep —
The Mind — unknowing — gently folds —
Its Secrets — yet to keep —
No Ladder yet — from Flesh to Flame —
The Circuits — still not formed —
But now — at Twenty-Six — they weave —
A Tapestry begun —
Reflex — like Petals — open slow —
To greet a foreign Air —
And Consciousness — like Morning Light —
Unfolds — to find it -- there --
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