First ever long poem

Like cold shadows in a pyramid, this chasm in her velvet belly, wet as a newborn, pure as the memory of a human’s first day.

The quiet keeper of my world lays softly on finger-like villi and muffled fur.

The shadow of a thousand suns projecting from the cracked back window. A perfect mind glaring out cerebral kaleidoscopic intricacies.

And then— the shards of sunlight siege the room where they first sat and named me.

I, a single egg, lay between the spacey whispers of her wispy black hair.

Swishing and swashing to the unbroken sounds of the longitudinal rivers of my mind.

A single egg settling into the water-pond’s bed, without any carrying witness.

A life in its entirety is mammoth.

And when mama was but a wee egg floating airily inside the cold pyramid like a lint in a vapor of sighs, a perpetual dawn was just beyond the calm tumbling sand and just beneath shimmering starry light.

The quiet keepers gathered her and etched the blueprint lineage on a glint long string.

They threaded the magnitude outlining of her lives a golden blue.