4 September 2012
Wondrous event This time of creation
As it seeks it's way Into existence, into light.
How fatal and fragile. I have hope yet.
But life cannot nourish On hope alone Because of it could Wouldn't we all be Well fed?
Conception is Something we mold. We can shape it, If only for a short time.
But it must learn to exist On its own, If it is to survive. Or struggle against the tide of non being.
As we all struggle To be a child of creation.
NEWBORN • Opuss № I