~ AMNIOTIC CRISIS

My old is dying
And my new cannot
Be born:
In this interregnum
A great variety of
Morbid symptoms
broils.

But what can Heart
Remember?
If a little less than needed -
It bleeds,
If a little more than wanted -
It bleeds.

All that Heart can conceive,
I possess elsewhere
All, and more -
Heaven and earth embrace
In my carapace.