As a child I saw the meaning in number,
I beheld the color code.
I would dream of my bed whirling,
I would feel my bed spinning.
To take a birth here is a hard fall.
Some parents teach, others torture,
but in each case it can be said that
God has no grandchildren.
So born unto this water-like substrate,
I am charged with heavy task,
sent afar both blind and laden.
The invisible world
yoked me to flesh
and its cruelties therein,
then went silent.