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Immaculate Conception in my Imagination

by Curt Allday

as the alien grew
as the fish grew
as the human grew
I flashed my lights
and blossomed into your womb
all I wanted to be
was present there,
once quiet
once serene, content, sheltered
resiliently drinking from
the necter without awareness

Now I am the fruit soon to free fall
from the plumage of your
eyes staring straight through
me time and time again it
reminds me of home
the feeling of your arms
the feeling of your fingers
wrapped around my neck
and clenching as the umbilical cord
strangled the oxygen
from my brain leaving
this vivid imagination
a space station where
I control sunsets, rocketships
where the moon reveals itself to me
on occasion when the telescopes
are not peeping toms
when the media has gone to sleep

on the story of the week

her and I, the mother, the father
create words and stories
as you told me so young, now
so old

i pass on whatever it was you ingrained
unbeknownst to me
unknown to me
slowly revealing itself
as this sponge expands
as it is now clenched
as I was then
in your womb
a whisper,
a regret,
a memory,

a figment of heaven
shimmering in the storm

04/13/2005

Author's Note: streaming consciousness

Posted on 04/14/2005
Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/14/05 at 12:44 AM

stream of consciousness is very cool...ideas carried well too. nice job

Posted by Jim Benz on 10/08/05 at 04:50 PM

again, another tremendous piece of writing. more people here should be reading your stuff, it's some of the best I've seen at pathetic.

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