A son
There's a much better place for something like this, I'm sure, but what the hell. Inspiration comes in many forms, some subtle and some very obvious. My morning commute found my brain finally coming up with some of the right words - or combinations of words - to express the splendours of "a son" and my own fixation with how life must feel in its first few days.
A son
Verdant fields of infancy, lush with life's first light.
Grasp this sudden dawn and slowly shape it, craft it
into your own creation, construct a child's kingdom.
From fetal tranquility to a universe so expansive,
you awaken, knowing only placental dreams and
mother's milk. A goddess at your lips.
birth
comes
fast
life
lasts
forever
__________________
I was raised on TV,
Like so many of you I see around me.
Nothing to live or die for;
No religion too.
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