Silent or screaming, naked and wet.
Cord cut and you popped in.
Whisper or shout, on the way out
hope to be wearing a grin.
The gift of Life is the promise of death
which, at first, as a curse is wrapped,
and tied with a knot
that unravelled reveals
in forever, forever you're trapped.
Life's lesson, listen closely,
come in and shut the door,
lessen, lessen, lessen
ended up with more.
Hip bump It with a tooth gripped grunt,
jaw cocked, brow arched and cheery.
No promise but Life might reveal,
again, it's just a theory,
what you have known all along,
but have all along suspected
there is no sight that you can see
that Life's not first inspected.
There is no place that you can be
that It's not there before you
and when you leave
what you leave behind
instead of less there's more you.
When you leave you leave behind
a hint for those to come.
What we have known, all along,
we wind up where we're from.
