ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth
I was in my house in the woods
everything was ready
I had my soul in my pocket
I stood before the mirror
in my white suit
am I awakened yet
doubting the hour of my liberation
mother's heart was thumping
marriage had been a mistake
the heat was terrible
would this birth be easier
I straightened myself
checked the time
reached in my pocket and found
a stone I had gathered
by the smoothing sea
its edges taken tide by tide
in my palm the spotted mass
flecks like black mirrors
I bent close
my face is in each speck
this must be the soul
I was looking for