By | 1 February 2022

I am trying to get back to the womb
where I was cradled before I was civilised

before I was civilised
I had a song sung freely

a song sung freely
and without tremor

without tremor or
the thought to be ashamed

to be ashamed of
my clothless voice

my clothless voice we
didn’t know enough to not

enough to not be
as we were: woundless

woundless we were
in the womb

in the womb
before we were civilized

now the wound is a kind of womb

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