21.06.96

Penrhys

GESTATE

Selfish act of birthing,

brought forth to hear;

And then what ? We must

make things work for the best.

Is our breath for us or for

somebody else's use ?

Little sister I hope you can see

clearly now your route,

Little brother dirty your own

hands with life.

Perhaps it being anything and everything

watches for your falls; Or, maybe

nothing happens like that at all.

Only inside is the outside in reverse

of itself; Clouded sky falls over and

blanks your visionary vision.

Breathe softly.