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Most would like to believe
Newborns have not capacity
To dream terror.
Fundamental to growth,
Nourishment like nectar,
Greedily drink of Greek gods.

Nectar lies on the same page as Negro in my thesaurus,
Touching and tingling
Margins with shine.
I sparkle on the page and gleam in the meaning.

Birthed new; innocent; ignorant
To Time changed and rooted
Shadow, light, then hue.
Plunging into space and
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Multicellularity.

Behind tiny eyelids,
Auto REM activated,
Mouth turned down,
Feathered brows furrowed,
Terror chokes.

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