My
Darling Egg
How
you glow and promise
something
beneath the shell,
you
the glimpse,
half-whisper,
only a syllable
uttered
from across space.
When
the surface begins
to
give way,
maybe
I can be the human
I was
once supposed to be,
maybe
my arms can be a fire,
my
tiny rhymes a song,
my
scent a reassuring source.
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