The blueprint of life

Is etched on the walls

Inside of the womb.

A clear layout

Of endless possibilities

Which will be all forgotten too soon.

Every third trimester

Ends the alpha omega preview

Revelation of things to come.

Born only to quickly suppress

Immense knowledge reserves

From which all emerge.

To be distracted by bonds

Or meaningful relations

And strategic associations.

Contractions overriding concentration

Water broken, crowning, full dilation

Birthing diminished illumination.

It is the light that flickers

In the eyes of babies

And very young children.

Then fades as they age

Down a route that remind us all

Of the blueprint on the wall.

Ria – 2015