Inverted, suspended, in a sack of warm pee,
Blissfully unaware of what's happening to me.
Tightening shackles through the muffled gloom,
Dimly spied futures from the fog of the womb.
Drawn into focus then just overshot,
Close to perfection then uncomfortably hot.
Time unrelenting, water flows to sea,
Done can't be undone with Pandora's key.
Perfect hope launched from day number one,
Descends rapidly as down a ski run.
Constraining influences draw focus away,
Golden horizons to feet made of clay.
In Eden I met a naked watch maker,
Then waves of contractions prove a breaker.
My intention that we should never be parted,
But turning away, we're now broken hearted.
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