Poem by Jim Culleny

Womb of Being Here I am, in it, curled as you are, as all are who breathe. I found myself here, not by my choice but by that of something other. So, I’m here wondering how you interpret the mystery of it —not its biology, but the phenomenology of it, the cloud of meanings of its textures…

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