The Pregnant Life

millions of beams of light the endless stretch naas unwinds the fear reaches out and grace begins when the whimper ends the sign of you is the sign of two inside of me is the image of you the first grasps of the wandering mind hands held tightly the circular prayer the crown has many jewels my robe is so deep the seams are in me i can feel the air constrict is it by invite or is it parasite i will never know the darkest jewel in this so-called crown the saints hear me but only when i am on my knees they laugh and joke they see us bleed the sky is overtly calling the sun to test it’s worth lately the lambs have been seen up late at night exhibiting the strangest behavior they roll in dirt becoming black as night they close their eyes and sharpen their teeth i can see them outside my window they call me i am the womb man can you feel me can you see my hands womb man woman room man bomb man THE PREGNANT LIFE I AM THE WOMB MAN I AM THE ROOM MAN lately the lambs have been seen up late at night exhibiting the strangest behavior they roll in dirt becoming black as night they close their eyes and sharpen their teeth and from a bloated belly i hear the faintest voice it sounds like crying reminds me of me