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i am unborn
i am still not born
night-less days and
day-less nights i spend
protected
in the amniotic sac
of warm fluid seamless
introspections and ideas
fetal-curled in sentient-oblivion

i am unborn
i am still not born
i am gestating in the womb
of dreams
waiting to be born
into an airy neverwhere
- always there -
of hope and possibilities
of creation and destruction
poised at the aperture
of the vagina
of beginnings and ends
past   future   present
waiting to be born