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 undone
