Infant awakening


I want to know you in every dimension
Every curve and corner of your space-time continuum
I want to know you in every permutation of realities
Till our timelines merge like tangled hairs in the morning

I hold you in my arms, skin bubbling from rising hairs
Delicately balancing on the border of infant despair
My new source of philosophical angst
Curing plagues of unsteady hands

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