Monday, June 9, 2008

Middle name. Middle Child. Stuck in the middle of backbone and ribcage, the median of Genesis and Revelation. Born in the middle of a prayer that the world would change, speech rearranged into the answer that is me. If only. Final format and hypothesis would smash middle me, squash the center-that hinders, the dream and the realized catalyzed, synthesized...open your eyes, middle child, mitosis not at the beginning nor at the end, the world evolved, not dissolved…yet…you have a role, middle child to change the matter of an earth that shatters the core of its soul.

3 comments:

mysreid said...

so beautiful...give me some time to digest and leave a more constructive comment, but truly the first time i read it, it stunned me...

Imogen Mutama said...

wow, thank you! somehow that spilled out while thinking about the essense of a middle name and being in a "middle position" in this world of old.

Julia said...

This line is amazing and it fits with the previous sentence so well: "Born in the middle of a prayer that the world would change.."


(haha I thought I'd post this again. I am taken with the fitting of that line!)