Crisis

The world around was not his,
Nor was he a part of the world;
Disconnected from the womb
he slid out into nothingness.
In nothingness
they never found him
nor did they care..

Was he part of the cream
Or the crop?
he never knew.
Nor did he care?
The world around was not his,
Nor was he a part of the world..

long ago, they found him.
locked in stone
embalmed in cloth
like a newborn in his mothers arms..
had he found himself?
the smile said yes..

The world around was not his,
Nor was he a part of the world,
The world was a part of him..