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Edited on Sun May-10-09 02:15 PM by BlueIris
"Born"
So this is his mother, This small woman. The gray-eyed procreator.
The boat in which, years ago, he sailed to shore.
the boat from which he stepped into the world, into un-eternity.
Genetrix of the man with whom I leap through fire.
So this is she, the only one who didn't take him finished and complete.
She herself pulled him into the skin I know, bound him to the bones that are hidden from me.
She herself raised the gray eyes tht he raised to me.
So this is she, his Alpha. Why has he shown her to me.
Born. So he was born, too. Born like everybody else. Like me, who will die.
The son of an actual woman. A new arrival from the body's depths. A voyager to Omega.
Subject to his own absence, on every front, at any moment.
He hits his head against a wall that won't give way forever.
His movements dodge and parry the universal verdict.
I realized that his journey was already halfway over.
But he didn't tell me that, no.
"This is my mother," was all he said.
~Wislawa Szymborska
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