Not Yet

At the other side i stood
Eating with grandpa
Atmosphere filled with esoteric beauty
The voice of the oceans hallowing
Trees speaking
Images of aborted babies gnashing
I stooped in pain,
Bemoaning the machinations of mankind
As my heart grew larger than my head
I had a voice saying, 
Not Yet, Not Yet
I saddled on the wind like an echo
As a thin of air i became thinner in thought
As i wallow in my thought
I saw him gathering in my thought
It was my the father of my grandpa
Beckoning on me,
To stay in their hut
Their i mumble,
Not Yet, Not Yet
Rivers of fears flushed through my frail flesh
In flash, i heard 
Pulsating rhythms welcoming  a new arrival
It was the spirit of my spirit
Crying , Not Yet

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