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Birth Day

Sometimes I need to

Slip the bonds of flesh

And rise to greet

the spirit realm

so close

 

a whisper away

not even that

a heartbeat

infinity

 

my birth day

my birthing day

the push

the labor

 

I know it’s

right there

Not even a cellular

Step to the side

 

If I had the right

Mechanism

The DNA

The magic key

 

I could greet

The angels

The spirits

My ancestors

 

It is but happenstance

That I inhabit

This here

Atmosphere

 

For now

Until

I find

That key

 

 

2/10/2021