Lifeless flesh clinging for its life,

Anticipating breath, before it formed a mind

The yearning to have vision, before it formed its eyes.

An immaculate decision, with wisdom from up high.

Buoyant pre-existence, amphibious with persistence

Comfortably claustrophobic, and growing by the inches

Searching for the answers in its maternal prison

Why had I been chosen, or isn’t it my business.

A council of the Angels arrive at their position

Asking all the questions as they sit and watch and listen.

Once the scroll is rolled up the writing can begin

A life that’s full of questions, the answers lay within.

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