I have melted into the ocean
behind the baby's eyes, and 
I can see anew, born for 
the very first time, 
let alone again

In the guttural raspberry
sounds I make, as I discover
my lips and my tongue,
I express my love for you,
dear Mother

dearest Gaia, swaddle me,
hold me close in the pack
that you've belted there warm
to your bosom

And I shall sleep 
the deepest pure, 
cradled and buoyed
by your gait

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