Overwhelmed by a beautiful carthorses

You were plucked from the womb



Fear and excitement equalised the

tension of my nine month anticipation 



You are made of 

my history,

my chemistry, 

my electricity, 

and my future



My being runs through you

We are connected through 

flesh and time



As you slumber on my breast

I become your foundation 

as I worry about your unwritten vulnerable future 



I succumb to a numbing anxiety

at the realization that it is I

who is vulnerable as I 

contemplate your place in this world

and any possibility of 

my world 

without you

                                              

How will I protect you?                        

How will I guide you? 

How will I teach you?

How will I answer your questions

that don't posses answers? 

                                                                                  So many unanswered/able questions...* 

                                

There is so much 

            I 

         don't

         know

                                                

Your purity free from contaminated 

worldly ideas teaches me to be       

                           

                    content 



when I think I am seeking 



                   happiness





I inhale your exhale and breathe through you;

How can I bottle your infant scent that we all 

Know

Love 

Yearn

But cannot verbalize,

                            I can only experience you



You crystallize 

my purpose and certainty 

in this uncertain time and place 

within the belly of infinities womb 

which we are privileged to experience for but a 

blink of an eye...

      

You neutralize my mortality 

You are an extension of my time

You are an extension of my identity

                                               I live through you



And when I see my reflection 

in your dark crystal like eyes,

my unanswered/able questions

become as irrelevant 

as the answers that don't exist



And when I see my reflection 

in your intoxicating dark crystal like eyes,

a warm blanket of irony envelops me

at the realisation that 

all my unanswered/able questions

become as irrelevant  

as the answers that don't exist





                                                                              *  I don't know where Meaning lies.

                                                                                 I don't know if there is Meaning.

                                                                                 I don't know when time began.

                                                                                 I don't know what God is.

                                                                                 I don't know if there is a God.

                                                                                 I don't know if there is an afterlife.

                                                                                 I don't know what Truth is.

                                                                                 I don't know if Truth exists.

                                                                                 I don't know why we are here.

                                                                                 I don't know if we are just brain chemistry.





Billy Kavellaris