Birth

I am born - to a sinking rhythm
which opens my inside -
thrilled, excited, grounded,
restricted, unfurled, possessed.
Like countless mechanical beats
it breathes endlessly -
inhale-exhale, inhale-exhale
inhale-exhale, inhale-exhale..
I can neither wait nor explode
for it burns with fierce constancy
first my lungs then my heart
then my whole body and brain
Bring me the luggage,
the shame
i need to get back
i need to take birth. Again.