Naked, we are pushed from the womb,
like blind cute little earthworms
pretty, pretty

what will we become
transformed like silkworms
we spin our cocoons
will we ascend to flutter by
or like moths seek death at
the candle’s flame

we are lost in life
we are forgotten
we are forever touching blindly

we go naked into the great beyond.

(c) 2011 Allen Simpson

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