it's like if
the connection was severed,
when i was born
not only the umbilicus, 
but everything that went before
the umbilicus, 
a great fullness,
a blank,
a constellation of erasures,
scintillas,
 
 
floating in space. spaceplustime, 
not eternity, dogged
time, 
counting toward the next birth, my death, 
my birth plus weak will, and dogtime, drifted,
mundane, aerial,
or is that too pretentious.