Popular Poems About Birth

like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..



[just when,  rings aloud
the palindromic drums
   11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything

(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin..  in some
palanquin dignity.. as...