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birth lines .. .

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i was born
put my heart into it
kicking, yelling, screaming
breathing
put my soul into it
they say you cannot
believe in the soul
soul undefined, unproven
ill defined, imagined
yet imagination is a primal gift
energy that inspires to inform
a prairie fire that burns up inside
makes us stronger
to metamorphosis
become a meteor traveller
a denim chevrolet
with chromatic fenders
and leathered bench seats
out on the highway
going anywhere
it becomes a metaphor
a fine one with hot wheels
smooth, soft, firm edges
a yearning centre
i was born amid the blood shed
of mucous trenching
within the fields of blood
and purple placenta
who added heartbeat
provided centre
for this son of man
the essential other
who commands us all go over
to face the barrage
of indiscriminate shouting
of human fear, rape and loathing
who births an innocent 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