A Pregnant Light - The Pregnant Life

The Pregnant Life


Millions of beams of light
the endless stretch
naas unwinds

the fear reaches out
and grace begins
when the whimper ends

the sign of you
is the sign of two
inside of me
is the image of you
the first grasps
of the wandering mind
hands held tightly
the circular prayer

the crown has many jewels
my robe is so deep
the seams are in me
i can feel the air constrict

is it by invite
or is it parasite
i will never know
the darkest jewel
in this so-called crown

the saints hear me
but only when i am on my knees
they laugh and joke
they see us bleed

the sky is overtly calling
the sun to test it’s worth

lately the lambs have been seen
up late at night
exhibiting
the strangest behavior

they roll in dirt
becoming black as night
they close their eyes
and sharpen their teeth

i can see them outside my
window
they call me

i am the womb man
can you feel me
can you see my hands

womb man
woman
room man
bomb man

THE PREGNANT LIFE

I AM THE WOMB MAN
I AM THE ROOM MAN

lately the lambs have been seen
up late at night
exhibiting
the strangest behavior

they roll in dirt
becoming black as night
they close their eyes
and sharpen their teeth

and from a bloated belly
i hear the faintest voice
it sounds like crying
reminds me of me