Not To Know
(1970's )
Wound hot and deep inside this dark fleshy womb
I still feel in my depths, the echoing tomb
Receiving new knowledge through time and through space
I see my soul reaching to a human face
Remembering death stabbing me through
My small body writhes enclosed anew
A child reborn to start days over again
The mother chosen feels my move from within
I struggle to forget a lingering death
By assuming new life taking a first breath
Again thick and warm with blood and bone
To reap all the seeds that I have sown
I must come forth, be born, my struggle be freed
To see blue skies, white clouds and feel salty seas
To breathe deeply the air and feel the brisk wind
To know, to love, or even loose a good friend
To feel pain, so recognize pleasure
Seeking life to a complete measure
I must push my way through, separate, uncoil
To speak once more, to know the touch of the soil
To know the taste of juice from vine ripened fruits
To know magical sounds of birds and of flutes
To know... to know...
To know...
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