Why Of My Birth [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Dreamtime, and not being able to live in a
body - not making life work, still living in a
dream creating mental bubbles excluding
everything & everyone else - except that
we wish to see in & extract from them; I

Wanted to share my ideas with someone -
then found so much to read on life and its
meaning my mind lags behind, and it's all
I can do to keep reading, head exploding,
realising everything exists within a Great

Gestalt making the conscious subatomic
particles dreaming everything into being,
the joy of it all, the tactile sensations to be
experienced, the intelligent energy that
morphs into us, the most functional form

For adventures, challenging ourselves to
far greater accomplishments - it is such
a lot of exciting information I can't keep
it to myself, but no-one seems to listen
to these new words - can't wait to get

Reading again, feeling the exquisite joy
of insight into the human psyche while
using my allotted time on the earth to
determine the why of my birth