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birth lines .. . 2nd edit

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i was born
put my heart into it
kicking, screaming
breathing

i put my soul into it
they say you cannot
believe in the soul
unproven, undefined
and imagined yet
imagination is primal
an energy within that
inspires to inform
a prairie fire that burns
engenders metamorphosis
makes us more than
meteor travellers
of space in time
a denim chevrolet
with chromatic fenders
leathered bench seats
out on the highway 61
going anywhere
this becomes a metaphor
with hot wheels
smooth, soft edges
and a yearning centre

i was born amid
the bloodshed of
mucous trenching in
fields of purple placenta
added heartbeat
providing centre
shelter for the son of man
the essential other who
commands us to go over
face the barrage of
indiscriminate shooting
fear of human loathing
rape and warfare
who births the innocenct
smile within the
genetics of causality

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©edenbraytoday31.08.2026

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illustration : ‘Head of Christ’ – after George Roualt – 1905

oil on canvas 450mm x 500mm x 37mm by the author ©stephen Eede