by Kenneth Harper Finton ©2014
When I was very young, I did not know the world.
The world made itself known to me quite gradually,
in small steps that I can now only imagine.
I cannot remember these steps.
They happened before memory was born.
I felt these steps.
Discomfort was a feeling that I learned quickly to correct.
My first feelings were those untenable positions
which caused me to turn away from irritation
into a position of familiarity and contentment.
I kicked and moved to find my snugness
not knowing or caring that my attempt to find relief caused pain to another.
The experience of the world of the womb was lost to me.
The world was making itself known, but I knew nothing of the world.
I knew nothing about myself for I was not a self.
I was as close to bring nothing as I have ever…
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