Conception
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Sandra Feldman
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You start feeling something,
Remembering, Breathing,
Living,
And it comes,
Like a torrent of molten Lava,
The immaculate conception,
Of inner creation,
From where and how?
Secretive sensation,
Like Love,
No one has ever been able,
To explain its formulation,
But there it is, done,
The most enigmatic mystery,
Of all creation,
Artistic revelation.
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