While nestled down in an egg-shell,
looking upwards –
where Jesus is supposed to dwell –
holding my heart with both my hands,
I hailed the glamour of the heights, and felt
my pulse in perfect harmony with that
of the whole universe

In my cradle rocking on,
floating within my dozing mind
I saw the floods of light pour forth
my inner eye still open wide
was swallowing black holes
only to turn them into worlds
This is the dream I had
when still unborn.