(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Birth Of The World(For Helen)

It was quiet
as bone.

I felt I was
in a cage.

I was a curve
lost in space

not thinking
thinking of nothing

in particular
or perhaps 'Man...

I so want to be
outta here! '

Next minute
I was being

fashioned into
WOMAN.

My own
person

no longer just
part of him.

Even God had to admit
I was an immense

improvement
(I think he fancied
me himself)

on old Adam.

I thought the world
was my oyster

sent out for
some Chinese

spare ribs
smoothered in a black bean sauce.

Then I got on
with the business

of making
the world.

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Nice allegoric perspective to the business of world making :) I've never imagined the world like an oyster but its lovely - there is some spontaneous association with the Botticelli's Birth of Venus the world was my oyster sent out for some Chinese spare ribs smoothered in a black bean sauce.