This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
I was reflecting back on the instant that was so brief it did not exist, yet lasted lifetime of breathlessness. The instant he was born while he remained unbreathing, unmoving, not really in the world at all will remain in my mind forever.
For one breathless moment he was He was wholly clean and pure And he was wholly real A phase like light Lacking our dimension of darkness, lacking our 3rd dimension, the veil, and yet at once imminent Submitted, unable but to please his Lord For an instant an angel on Earth A stroke of ink on the page, not yet expressed, not yet here but not yet corrupted by the cruel gaze of the other The terrible Other The split The fall The Self