in that blood oozing out
from my mind and heart
my soul slipped and slid
into your hand that grabbed
me to your bosom, the universe
so immediate, but yet far beyond
that sum total of all my kind
knows, or could imagine
to float, glide with an engine
that require not fuel solid
liquid, or gaseous, but just trust
as that of foetus in womb
waiting to be released to smile
eventually, through repeated protests
frequent failures but with that triple w:
wandering with wonder in wilderness
henry victor 14.10.2011
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