Before Birth

I hark back prior to my birth. My words couldn't possibly illustrate this event because man's intelligence communication, moreover words didn't exist.
The world marvels at death and the process of being born, but I stand in awe at the thought of perpetual darkness, blackness an immeasurable
Unfathomable perpetual void followed by light, sound, touch, smell like an eclipse of life has engulfed your being. Self realization. Heaven to most revolves around a hidden intricate guarantee of eternal life.
Wagner's "Parzival" comes to mind attempting to find the Holy Grail,a gateway to eternity, but lives are aborted every day and perpetual darkness before birth is a unwinding dream.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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