Landlocked, the child
Stirs, its curtained chamber
Blood-red in the blind dark, somnolent as amber;
Stirs: yet still the human
Alembic admits no change
But, tight in its leathern skin,
Climbs upon a landing
Where espaliered on the walls,
Doubled, the past dissolves
In two mirroring lanes. Yet all
Must come to birth. Can we
Reflecting the future, follow it there? Oh,
Landlocked, the child Stirs,
and will be born!
A Lullaby
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