Reaching the Womb

The last spec of sand hits the bottom of the hour glass
The eyes droop and move downward in motion
The hearts rhythm slips incrementally
Sliding me a sentence ill to hold
There is only a matter of time in a day, days in a year, and years in a life
To forget all and everything
Mathematics and stimulus of all sorts
Many conjunctions and similes
Moonbeams converse at a certain point
Mountains slope to meet the basin of the tides
Mammoths and Dinosaurs drink to leave the earth
Evolution remains a matter of wonder
Every now and than actualized by a sincere studier
Eyes in the sky study all each detail a color or painting
Each painting a mold to fall back to oceans uncapped
Enchanted by nothing but it's own look it stares steady
Soon the moon mountain and that which bases in the earth quakes
Suddenly leaving the moment betraying thier forever assurance
Ships sink so do frames of time, states of mind, all desires unwind
Sifting by itself, for the sake of the laws translated and scribbled
Seamen of the seven cast down there nets with no opportunity biting

Its true

Life perfects itself for itself of itself
Lusciously unforgiving stealing and shifting the playing boards
Laughing when the level surfaces extends into it's all-pervasive domain
Lying back into it's bossoms one sees the ambilical chord that holds this life
Laid out in the womb I am drenched in the oceans embryonic love
Drawn again into the stomach of the universal mother
Darkening days through that thin bodily throat
Dreaming all of the time as I weaved through the stomach
Drinking from something deep as its coolness becomes part of me
Dieing to something strong dropping it into digestion
Now I am in an open space
Near the size of limit in a cosmic lava lamp
Networking and feeding me with its pulse and blood
Neurons rest in fire while the heart restrings and beats
Narrowed into the mind is a question-less answer
What works to create in this moment
Waxing the moon, working the human face in it's memory
Welcome fades and faints back into it's wisps
Wisps trail off and there again I am
Where will I be than when this chord is cut
Since all stems to me from it
Since all given moves and gives back into it
Slice this connection and I go adrift floating beneath times birth
Sliding in and out of what I cannot dream nor construct
Slipping from all domains what can remain of me?
There are shifts of identities that I myself do not welcome
There are roots into maths and sciences, of implausible mechanics
There and here is the being that houses me all
There is no questions of validity or reality
There is an emptiness void of all