Cervix of the World

The revolution comes in dream form first.
At the start of the universe of something new, there are these wheels under the under the under slowly turning out the energy of what will be what will be what will be.
    
          Part of me is the embodiment of the divine's love of that first breath at the dawn of the thought of the new.

       I am the first glimpse of shiny new scale when the old skin first breaks.

    I am the first pause before the first note of the first bird to sing before sunrise.

     I am the crown of the newborn's head as it first meets the other side of the cervix.

I am the first green of the seedling to push through soil.
     
      
I am in my perfection when I lag in enthusiasm for the follow through.
    

      I am beautifully clumsy in the Ending.

     
     I dream the revolution with God.

  I am the terrible birthing process dealt over an entire lifetime.

      I can take it.