The Membrane

The hand on the one. The form is not the norm.

The substance covered, the skin resting upon the surface.

The covering that contains. The covering designed to uncover. The shape of things to come.

You see the shape, you hold and shape it in your hands.

You feel it in your hand. It is soft, but slippery, pale, dull and without colour.

Yet you see the substance. You feel it taking shape. You feel it breaking in your hands. The covering, the restraint, the covering breaking to reveal that which is within.

For there is one behind the one. The one multiplied, the one revealed, the multiplied one revealed.

The dynamic mould. The unique production line, no two the same.

Are you seeing this, are you hearing this?

This is no nursery, this is a nursery. This is not a room for plants, this is a room for children!

This is no production line, this is a birthing room. The place of conception, the place of unity, the place of favour, the place of abundance. The place of multiplication.

Isaiah 54:1 SING, O barren one, you who did not bear; break forth into singing and cry aloud, you who did not travail with child! For the children of the desolate one will be more than the children of the married wife, says the Lord.

For the one known as the one without, shall be known as the one WITH!

Layer upon layer. Page upon page. Covering upon covering.

Each page carrying my imprint, my DNA.

THE WATERMARK!

You can tell where this page came from. You know the author. You know the source of the resource. Each page, each template, designed by my hand. I have left my mark. All shall see where this came from.