The dark awakens me;

While symphonies of nature

Strike dissonant chords

Beyond the impermeable cloak.

Lush grass,

Weeping from the weight of dew

Cast scents of fresh renew

Into saltant winds, excited

Through invited portals

Of trust and deliverance.

Warm and nurturing,

Such breeze unites my skin

Toward awareness,

And lofty consciousness.

As such nights I return

To prenatal memories

Of dependence,

And of vulnerability.

Deprived of one sense,

The reliant, confirming—

Others heighten to stretches

Of uneasy proportion and utility.

The measure of the solitary beat,

Confirms that I may be alive,

Once again.

The isolation is comforting;

As my reliance exudes

All learned strength

And compliance with but one

To reach accord.

Dismissing all memory,

I remain pure and content;

As this night, all nights,

Shall herald my arrival—

Novel and unchanged—

Virgin and unrewarded,

Yet conscious and aware.

Defy such light that

Simply creates shadows

Of deceit and distortion,

Manipulating truths of

Former confirmation.

Bask—I, deeply

In sensory conception;

Unabated is rest,

Curled within sustaining

Liquid of fervid thought,

Devoid of prejudice,

Absent of contempt.

Yet, as hours compress

And constrict this space,

Molecules of light pervade

The silence and equal;

While pangs shout forth

My hesitant elopement

From peace and honesty;

The altruism of this venture,

Retires toward the need;

And I scream, so silently,

As I leave the womb,

Once more.