Response to the following poems:
https://allpoetry.com/Labor-Pains
https://poets.org/poem/apricots-died-young-excerpt
The sun goes pale and the moon glows,
Welcoming and saying adios to life, alone,
“Knowledge is not reality”
Becoming a bundle of firewood, questioning sanity,
What will be my contribution to humanity?
Will it blossom or stay seed inside of me?
I can’t pretend a part of me didn’t die when he, was conceived,
Stitched inexorably,
“thread of tears” life is perpetually,
In a state of decay and blooming,
We mortals must simply have gratitude for such simple things.
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 