Night endures all day in these glistening nets,
Caught beneath the crushing weight of light--
Half-hued barnacle brethren
Drifting in and out of view
In red darkness over the unborn,
The impenetrable, curled-up unborn child
Whose entrails coyly slither into position.
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Flies so precariously procreate
Balanced on the blank air
Paperthin wings glistening
Like evanescent covenants
(Light's sleight-of-hand)
Riding the pregnant emptiness
Over the thorns.
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