day 13+27 years

About 27 years ago (it was in the morning), I started giving birth to myself. My mother started giving birth to me. My father started giving birth to me. My grandparents were already giving birth to me. And 27 years later, I may be giving birth to a child. * She leaves clues now and then for me to decode her intentions and desires. I sometimes pretend that I do not notice them. Sometimes, I really don't. Then again, why does it matter? * What about 27 minutes ago? I cannot remember what I did exactly. But in 27 minutes time, I know with certainty that I will continue to love her.* Perhaps, it is this cycle of life and death and the in-between, which is the passage, that I find her clues.* I picked up a clue just now.
I read:

sleep shapes
steep shades
- of
slender shield
in- slumber spiel
d-ead not quite
and rest too oft
we take to our own beds
and
sleep shades
steep shapes
- for
slumber spiel
slender shield
a-live not quite
and rest too oft
we take to our feet
and sleep

*I guess sleeping is a pause from love. Sleeping is the skip, the fast forward, that we may live out the rest of the loving; Or live out the repetition of loving, round and round, pause, play, pause.*

Thank you baby.