Womb

Metamorphosis

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Defali Image: Charcoal, Light and Shadow

On the train of catastrophic meltdown,
at the cliff of profound epiphany,
I saw God step out
from the empty space
tethered to my umbilical cord.

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If pearls could walk, they would dance.
If flowers could speak, they would sing.
If butterflies could lend their colors,
they would rain down rainbows—
in joyous transference of void to biology.

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