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I keep seeing pregnant women.

They're everywhere.

This irks bits of my mind. I have a fixation. I have the black and the white, but not the red, of the Lady's trinity.

All of my births are writing, sculpture, and the occasional poorly executed drawing (see Images and Words for more on drawing). This is too abstract for me - as I am a person who tends to find abstractions more than a little thin on the ground.

This poem is a blend of meanings and images, several of which have several meanings. I imagine that, as other people read it (I've only shown it to my fiance as of this writing) they'll see other things. (One of the image patterns in specific comes to mind, but that's OK.)

This is an idle fantasy that means a great deal to me, falling close to my heart.