Immaculate Conception in my Imagination by Curt Alldayas 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 |
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