Send Him Out of His Mother's Womb

Send him out of his mothers womb! into a new moon of snare free engagements fragrance seeps through his skin while animals fall from the cloudless sky like rainstorms the animals send worms to pavement, as all things need air the man can feel his thoughts, but are they really there? he receives short lived lashes... those gashes go unfilled and turn into stashes of wasted potential he has no vindication compromising wiser words his life is filling with implications a rising tree growing near him stops short of it's potential and bends in anticipation, the tree asks the man....... “what really lies within?” with no response....... the man looks into himself and he knows what he wants the man falls into the river and floats in his own thoughts Send him out of his mothers womb! Manage this man's mind and free him of this tree's questions bind he floats downstream and dreams of that tree hopes to god that he hasn't injured it's branches and leaves he knows “what lies within” but the question sinks the man who could hardly swim deep in the river it's too dark to see clarification and love are mysterious things I'm still working on this one a bit..