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Seeing movements from all directions

I felt a tap on my bum; yet, I could not

decipher what was going on so I sob.

Coming out was indeed a pleasure

and there came my first shine of light.



I remember being wedged in a waterbed

with floating stuff encircled upon me.

The colors I couldn't evoke, and the smell

I couldn't convey. Yet, somehow I feel they

served for my guaranteed perfect existence.

Discerning from every movement, I could

gather the exterior; bits of hint, it looks

like I’m in the depth of the sea making some

tickling gestures for my mom to rub her belly.

I often hear voices: uttering hopes and dreams,

poetically reciting plans for a future to behold.



I certainly enjoyed it in there; but, it was good

to see the outside, much spacious than the inside.





written 4/22/03