Born Again

Let me be born again. Let me
literally be spirited
back within my mother who
equally miraculously
let be live as once she was.
Let me decide just where & when
& in what set of circumstances I
shall this time choose to enter.
Let me think.

~ David Bromige

One thought on “Born Again

  1. Sweden

    there is depth in
    the chalice of the child
    can be picked up with the

    hover in changeable arrangements
    too feverish to enter a mother's womb
    or to see the inside of a special

    a glass glass
    more enviable than rain
    more stinking and transparent
    than jesus, or rain
    more like a laser
    when it enters

    stained glass trees
    trees whose surfaces are seas
    seas of mixing colors
    or colored breads

    deep dead seas of heads
    heads like nests covered in hands

    old hands
    more soft than stinking
    and transparent reigns

    one old hand
    neither light
    nor dark
    neither breathing
    nore dull

    one dull eyeball

    one dim nest
    resting in the perfection
    of coolness

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