Parturition

Under the world tree
among ancient roots in deepest earth
awaiting destiny,
awaiting birth.
Up through layers of confusion,
journey beyond safe edge
of expectations.
Awakening impulses, insecurities,
grit of centuries acquired this long,
tedious way.
Endless feeding,
dead to be upon dead.
Creeping upward
constrained only by blindness,
silt covered space,
inexorable mutation.
Metabolized waste
builds, remains.
Brilliant day, approachable moment,
intended emergency
(light bolts zip-zap
from above).
Arrive into future’s story,
creating not destiny
but integrity’s
destination.
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