My Unborn Love
For Dr Z
Should I let go
Pretending
The blue planet
Never met you
My unborn child
Love
Blood of grandfather
Roots in valleys near Black Sea
Cobblestone roads
Dust rubble pews of ancient churches
Lyrics concealed in yellowish marble
Suppose
You my daughter unborn
Suppose I never made love
Perhaps pink dress never worn
Never silent chimes of church bells
Celebrating Easter
Truth remaining unchanged
My yelps
Rhythmic irrational
Lost waves vibrations
From an aging orangutan
Traveling everywhere
Going nowhere
Malingering as if
There are no as ifs
Only accepting you as unborn
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