Working on another poem
the poetess is giving birth
to a very difficult child
it will take long to breech
and it will never be compleat
because the words and meanings
change along with a world
of full of surprises
decisions about what and where
and how and who and when
tumbling around inside
not the womb - but the mind
the germination of a human
takes nine months - this
may take even longer
having already thought of it
since it was first begun
it is one of its kind -
yet which way it will go
its maker still wonders
and time only time shall reveal
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