In Vitro

A fear forms I cannot name
pulsing in waves of sine,
in gaunt rooms, in pallid light
and flatlines
In faith I drank as from a spring,
yet a bane makes itself in me,
and thirsts for the very things
I despise
Though by no choice of mine,
I see through my mother's eyes.
I look to a newer world
with the sunrise
where birthrights endow;
not to burden and bear,
but bless and bestow,
and baptize as heirs
But I'd be received with sighs
as the bane of my mother's pride;
as a stranger inside her womb,
yet outside. Miracles of Sand
I was seen in stars and sky
Whether plated in flesh or gold
I am the same as your parents hold,
who borrowed sticks and stones,
and abandoned heaven's search,
for one closer to the earth
they all cried out with different names,
that called them to the grave
I am a seer of air, of jeweled sight,
of many names and auspices and signs,
performed in sleights of wooden hand
and dealt in miracles of sand
and they all cried out with different names,
that called them to the grave
And when the second flood arrived,
there was no one there to die
or to interpret all the cries
to the invisible on high