a cradle with a conjured value
was assurance
my fiefdom did exist
the moon's fullness
readies to birth a god (gender exposed)
all mothers expose
their young to a universe - label
our course yet quick to cover
our vital shame
to step into a dreams hole
is not always reversible - some(things)
must be approached, awake
aware
the culture of the day
is short lived, its rotation loses worth
along the way
insinuating a dying, rethinking
beginning
a shadow holds its own
energies - released on its own accord
to fall into such madness
is a discovery of self proportions
able to fit
revealed into a cradle once
lost
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
Posted for Magpie Tales
and for Open Link Night d'Verse
