Amorphous
Before I entered the uterus
I was there
smoke of a fire slowly extinguishing
wind hitting your blue window
crack of your being, a tight grip
song of the funeral procession
before I took the shape of life
before I chose my name
I was there
scent of a colorful rose
the bird’s first flutter
before I entered the trap of flesh
the softest wave of the sea I was
lone eagle on rocky promontory
from high up watching over you
before I was born I was
the shapeless freedom
companion of the infinite
a simple sigh destined
to scar your lips
there I was
the joyous chime of a bell
there I was
the indeterminable
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