3/26/11

Layers Of Wombs

naturalism takes over
like a momentumed slide,
gaining pace always.

perhaps an aged flesh,
weary and wise due to wounds
of days, provides a balance.

the mind is fully alive and gnawing,
it's own heartbeat, it's unvisited
cubbyholes, unfound jewels.

resisting becomes denying becomes
habit becomes freedom,
layers of wombs.