I heard the gruesome plea of the foetus
That had just visited this grueling cycle of life
From the great beyond, some light years way.
A cry that welcomes home the strange pilgrim,
A piercing cry of illusion.
A distressed cry faced with uncertainties of this buzzing abode.
This is the amalgamation of labour in our crest, the birth of one in a moment is the death of another swiftly.
Welcome stranger from the transient home
Into this wild transition labor