history - (my father bleeds - v2)

my father bleeds his voice into mine
the womb was a communication with my mother
i am a song that sung deep with the belly of the universe
a whisper that grew
became something entirely different
breathing a breathe my own
separating from the things that made me what i am
i am who they are together
and something else entirely
i am what is left
when they are no longer
i am the fluttering of my fathers eyelids when he slept
i am the curve of my mothers hips
and the weak knees of my grandfather
i am things unknowable
and i will be the same for mine
when my voice bleeds into another