Birth

let's go back to

the miraculous 

fleeting

nothingness                                      

of us

birth of touch

raining shimmer of drenched grass

clashing skies above the thunder

sparkling shreds of 

voiceless light

let the old worlds be kid

they've collided once enough

become one older world alone

let the dull hammer of these thoughts

beat out their ryhmeless time

there is no point to any of it

and what of the sweet whispers creatures

that slip from the dazzling spring

certainly there is more to this

than meets the heart

than meets the birth 

of  

her

first

wordless
breath

jppestana

Birth

9.10.2019