I play my last card,
I win! Hurrah Hurrah hurrah hurrah….. The last card is played the music stopped the tables put away There is no card left to play no place to play it in and it’s many months from home A gust of cold wind Puts its arms around me surrounds me lifts me up and holds me within itself tenderly I float, In the womb Once again, The protective womb Which will nourish me and cherish me and sing me lullabies of love until I am ready ready to be dead. But no! I must come out of this womb, This womb of death, alive I must, for I still have one last card to play.
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