Floating, sinking; embryonic.
Time in. Time out.
Time is frozen with me, yet
Time goes on without me.
Peace. Noise. Commotion & calm
In the placenta of my inner thoughts.
Is this the conscience?
Is this the soul?
I decide, I could die here.
Instead, I am reborn.
C.Marie
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