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Creation

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I the child in the coral colored honeycomb cradle

Conceived in the mantle of my makers father

When lust laid restless in my mother’s ruble

When tunes screamed fire from the organ bone

In the hole dug deep of emotional wet roundness

Spun the earths first round creating me

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I the embryo immersed in enchanting pleasure

Warmed by the womb in this woman’s treasure

Formless and floating protected from danger

Pondering nothing the world still a stranger

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I this genetic gene taking a garden like swim

Gallantly growing outward flourishing within

One head two arms two legs wide apart

Suddenly thumping pounds in my heart

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Something warm is racing through my veins

My very first message arrives in my brain

I realize something feels very strange

A dyke has broken and is being drained

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A crack in time beckons this far away right

It steals my serenity and forces my flight

A permanent tug on the string of my kite

Crashing too earth the birth of my life

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My first breath to lungs I burst out of song

From innocent cheeks spanked for no wrong

Crying for help I hear my new mother singing

I am suddenly alive and a new human being

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One day a touch from a womanly hand

 I’ll do my part as a parenting man

Years from now when I become me

 I cut a branch from the blood sap tree

Spinning the worlds first round

Creating another me

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Very nice Vangoman, I really like this one.

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I would describe this poem as rich, like dark chocolate or maple syrup Deep in thought my friend?

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