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I arrived for tomorrow,
Immersed still in innocence,
to your willing womb.
Mother, we did not
choose this path.
Not I. Not you.
But here I've come
to plant the
seed of progress.
But you already knew
that my flesh would
not have transcendence.
Whispered conversations
were held and I
could not understand the words.
I had my transcendence.
An outflowing of blood.
I will not arrive tomorrow.