When I Was Born Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

when I was born the mold broke
when I was born they threw away
the baby and kept the afterbirth

after I was born almighty God
throw away that unique mold
which birth cracked never sold

too many conflicting emotions
vied for conscious understanding
within young shadow of mind

too many insights into raw reality
differences between spoken done
truth seer views chance met souls


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