Arrived, we delve our illusory way, <br />confused, fitful in new light, but not alone; <br />suffering as well, mother's born that day; <br />both sprung: flesh's pain; some day: both in bone. <br />But now the heaves of breathing are just seen, <br />and then maternal, wizard-wand applied, <br />mother's love fashions (human by degree) <br />her replacement: successor self-supplied. <br />Then survival terms strict 'one' in life a lie; <br />but on dying, no boundary tides the shore. <br />The end is all. Sea echoes own reply. <br />One wave consumes one you; one drowned; one roar. <br />Life's alchemy starts studies, skills and arts. <br />Dark sea departs with men, and then sans parts.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cycle-4/
