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. Eternal Womb
I cast myself up on
the wind,
they waft me up into
the Stars
I am cradled,
sheltered and loved.
For I was lost, amid
the flotsam
of my soul.
The tiny shards that
made me, me.
So scattered they
drift,
none cohesive all
independent
of each other.
It is within this
eternal womb
that all is made whole,
All secrets are made
known
And so
I drift, awaiting yet
another time to be.
Another time to see
and
feel loved.
Natalya Boyun
