Advent

Dangerous moments in a darkened womb;
the unfamiliar arrhythmia of travel, the
fresh, tart taste of fear filtered through amniotic fluid,
lullaby of strange sirens steering the weary; sunk
in your swaying sea, time contracts creation
to a singularity still awaiting your advent.

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