Decipher the Murky Ink

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Our universe is an amaranthine of nullity infused with murky ink. When it is dark

 for what seems like eternity during what we refer to as pregnancy… And then birthing refers

 to when our eyes become weak and our mind creates its own world onto the slate. We

 begin to see colors, shapes… Change the cold murky ink into warm rays of sun… The

 vacant noise becomes a silk thread of your mother’s voice singing a lullaby… The smell of

 rubber, cotton, and hand sanitizer… Harsh to your mind, yet clean, and it awakes you.

 Congratulate your mind for creating your fortune, for life is what you make it… What you

 have deciphered from the murky ink.

Author's Note

As explained, life is what you make of it. Maybe you deciphered a poor family and a content mind... Or a rich family and an alone mind. What have you deciphered from the murky ink?

Reviews

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I enjoyed this. My favorite line is "The vacant noise becomes a silk thread of your mother’s voice singing a lullaby" - it is so strong an image. This is very creative - good job!

[ANTO]

I loved the association of this writing with the rorscach ink blot test. Instantly saying 'what you see, is what you get' in life; what way you approach the world and look at it, interact with it, will dictate or at least massively influence how you are treated in it.
Very inventive, clever and humorous. Cool.

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description allowed the reader to fall into the thoughts in the poem.
"The smell of
rubber, cotton, and hand sanitizer… Harsh to your mind, yet clean, and it awakes you."
I like the words "Murky ink". The poem left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Quinnten]

interesting word use - not really a topic I like to think about in terms of specific relation but w.r.t. general existential implication - nice