Cosmic Metonym
Let those talk of beginnings
Take their cosmic pilgrimage
To the birth place of stars
In vain to find their origin
And know the purpose of their life
Webbed in darkness alone
My flight will end where I love
For in the analogy of dimensions
My universe is only a womb
And my curiosity
Like a child tiptoeing to reach
A shelf beyond its height
Like an oar breaking surf
Over and over again
To find the itching spot
While the vessel moves
With every stroke
My love comes to me
The only paradise I have known
But I cannot go back all the way
Though my posterity through that gate
Will come without memory
Using my tale of existence
I want to swim again up to the tree
Clustered like bunching grapes
She has seven million of them in the beginning, you know
Then only two million survive to birth
By puberty she has a potential far less
And less time even
For thirty thousand children in the earth
So I rejoice not for my children, but for me
That was a tough lottery that wrought my existence
And made me believe
There is no such thing as chance
From rib alone
Women like a billion stars shine around me
The mystery of what my heart beats for
My cosmic longing is my love
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