I'm driving through this madness headlong, and feeling like a newborn constricted in the birth canal, backwards, my cries echoes of thunder through my mother's clenching womb, my soft body learning to breathe.

I can't pray for strength, as I've not yet witnessed God.
I can't cry out for love without knowing it is arms I need to hold me.

But I can live, and will live again, because I have faith. Though it is dark, I can open my eyes. Though I can not quite breathe, I can feel my heart beating and a draft on my bald head.

I don't need to be king, I just need to crown.
I'm being born again, as painfully as is possible with all I do and do not know.

But I am being born again, a babe in the world that I have faith is full of love, and my cool, bald head knows that soon it will be kissed.

Soon, I will love completely; soon, I will be loved completely.

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