Round us to the shape of the womb

To the cry it bestows on humanity

as if the mouth of the tomb was birthing

light where the dark past of unrepented faults

infused into the soft, fluid form

of the body and soul

was glowing its contrary layers into

youngsters, the mature and the old.

Natural filters.

And whether you fill or you(only) feel

the existence of past experiences

the three folds on the swing of the universe

will give you dimension.

will teach you the wrongdoings by undoing them.

Even if you hear it:

"what's been done cannot be undone"

your trust be not swayed!

Face it, all up, all down if you have to,

Don't be swayed!

Clear the land as if you were clearing your throat

And speak those words you're ever reluctant to speak

Because what's hidden, it's also what you're past

Locked and wombed

Birthed into your being being you

being me

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