Annual Eclipse

I wrote this on the evening of birth and death.

You say the devil.

Held in my hands.

The little one.

What will be.

Shall one day not.

Once was there.

Now must go.

Is hello.

Another good-bye?

Leaving now.

But will be back.

Corporal bonds.

Dying everywhere.

Touched all around.

The shattered one.

I say lived.