9 months long and worth the wait.
An unavoidable crash course collision to confront our fate.
How do we know when it's our time to go?
Do the hormones in our brain tell us that it is so?
The beginning of self and the end of solitude.
A completely new universe that we all enter nude...




Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

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