The Web Poetry Corner - Philip Claude Andermann - Womb of the Universe
Womb of the Universe
Philip Claude Andermann
Contained in each other:
till the birth of freedom,
till we open the cosmos
in each other.
Each of us is
suspended somewhere between
the galactic clusters and the mote,
the one species
able to truly "conceive",:
trembling vaguely glimpsing
as on a tightrope,
above a Niagara unbearable
of life and death
that defines us - that Eternity.
No, we ARE that "cord,"
hands holding tight
that others upon our work may journey young
as fresh lectric liquid
body top irrigate deserted void of heart -
offering vessels for all size of life,
even for a universe of hope:
for through our torrent of gentle compassion,
our moment of Immortality,
through our tiniest Ark of genes,
all life shall journey, now with transformed meaning...
I WHO MIGHT CONCEIVE A UNIVERSE
OUR HANDS HOLD TIGHT,
AND THE GENTLE RUSH BETWEEN US
IS PURE FAITH.
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