Bewildered Serenity

Ammonia vapor in harsh iridescent light.
Too young to know the smell of death, to feel the kiss of life.

They thought, they misjudged, that I might scorn.
But still here I am. My dying heart in mourn.

Mother, I wished you’d have seen me grow to be a man.
I have only deep recesses; chasms in the palms of my hands.

God’s unpenetrated mask, I wonder why.
And yet our mothers are made to die.
Let maternal eye be light eternal.
How inhumane the divine, how familiar this infernal why.

Let me lay and sip the primaeval winds.
How warm this isolation, quixotic the unbirth.

The euphonic hums in the womb I hear,
Rumblings through this universe I hold so dear.