When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.
I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glass is emptying.
Birth is a shipwreck, the mewling infant shored on unknown land.
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