THE NEW BIRTH (leaving the garden in search of a home)

Dawn breaking compasses my soul

consciousness contends brutally 

fighting in an attempt

to raze control

There is a shaking, quaking required rift

post modern Pangaea splitting

breaking, cracking, requirement

compassion demands its sift

Abrupt is the breaking of this dome

dispersed, discarded, destroyed,

me and millions waddling

toward it's light

Rebirth has fantastic hurdles

deep, high, wide,but 

never alone

these are turtles

us? merely men