Pure white is all you see
White ground, white skies, white trees
Waiting for this little death to end
Born into the world again
Are you awake in the womb, are you breathing?
Are you alive in the seed, ready and needing?
Contractions shake the bones of the ground
And we take on the ghost with a crying sound
White light gives up its long cold watch
And the heavens ablaze in a long low arch
Oh to leave this Earth, to transpose this plane
To split this light of white domain
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