THE NEW BIRTH (leaving the garden in search of a home)

Dawn breaking compasses my soul
consciousness contends brutally
fighting in an attempt
to raze control
There is a shaking, quaking required rift
post modern Pangaea splitting
quaking, cracking requirement
compassion demands its sift
Abrupt is the breaking of this dome
dispersed, discarded, destroyed,
me and millions waddling
toward it’s light
Rebirth has fantastic hurdles
deep, high, wide,but
never alone
these are turtles
us? merely men
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