This black night, which envelops me—I cling to the shroud So that I may remain Awhile longer Unexposed Before pale blue light swells Through my window And announces to me that I am delivered prematurely To what seems to be The artificial glow of the incubation, Newborn Fragile and pallid I remain unaware of the life which looks on before me At dawn, my breath hovers like a kiss To awaken in me The silent scream, which declares To you, my world, That I am before you Awake and