Stillborn Thought

This is a rebirth...
of a stillborn thought

suffocating,
this exasperation
is leaving the lungs...

I'm exhaling out
thoughts' birth canal

while puking word dung
instantenous flows the lingo,
but it's frozen in limbo

now the mind's gelled
in suspended animation
yet  stilled, stifling in dead reality's conviction
eyes need to see the path to set, and reposition...
 
Thoughts born...present a beautiful sensation
reversing it's path, a slight sway towards 'alight
proclamation'
crested...
now it disperses pure illumination
of a stark realization
that thought shalt not die...

lying dormant in the mind
after proper incubation, it's newborn
and digested by mankind...
 
uttering the first words
from a newborn's eager lips
stilled, though newly    born
thought is alive, and staving off
this infection of oppression...

prayerful, wit is thy expression
of light,
with the faintest taste
of wisdom's maternal kiss...