There is a hole,
a big
hole,
in the
clouds
that covers the
sky
that lays on top
of me.
A
gaping hole,
like
an open mouth,
like a
vulva,
ready
to devour me,
to suck me back
into the very womb
that gave me birth.
A
mother that misses me,
longs
for me,
to return
back in time
to the beginning,
to
nothingness.
Oh Mother,
yearn no more.
I am on my
way.
I am halfway
there.
Can’t you see
my
head
sticking
above
the
clouds?