Christening

Bubbling in brooding stillness,
transmutation festers.
Come now, all of me,
shrouded in milky albumen —
peel back the sticky layers of ego,
unravel the weight of lives lived.
Put on the faces of past and future selves,
where, in every iteration,
a gleam of hope remains.
From the ovum, genesis:
the hatching of a new beginning.
We emerge, a new self.