Algiers - Born

Ghosts in the discipline of the human
Forces swimming within
Brewing a tone ascending
The fleeting passage of time
The planet turned in on itself then pieced back
Unearthed
Born
We all came from a woman
Grew our bodies inside her washed in her blood
First blood
So how does the mother stand beside what she created?
As the child takes labored breath like the first
Last blood not like the first
For walking, for playing, for driving, for breathing, for being
Burying her feelings with the limbs she bore to life
Her heart heavier than the body
We wrap around these times
We hold to be felt our brown skin shining against the sun
Bright and seen, always seen
Creating a shielding layer of strength to muster a life in the open
Bright as a new sun
One with blending colors strewn about
Can we see each other through the mist
A hazy new face caught in the moment of living
I knew this wasn't a dream
'Cause dreams don't feel matter
And matter is solid in its term