Mother Ship


Little fetus drifting weightless you swim
In the depths of my soul

Vocalization muffled in distinct echoes
From your end of a far-off civilization
An umbilical cord, your only connection
to the mother ship

Familiarity tainted with amnesia
No prior recall to speak of

You marvel in the comfort of your own world
Though foreign to me

Ascension, decension, ascension again
fetal position
I feel you within

Your blood flows through me and heart beats,
In perfect syncronicity to my own
Your welfare is in my hands
I, your ownly lifeline to the outside world

Mission control is on hand
Countdown awaits
To take you to touchdown
Final destination-Mother Earth

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