An arrival like a note in the street. Like a worm born of dirt. Like a mermaid.
My own personal Buddha.
A gem in the pocket.
A mirror person to bounce happy back to me. Merrily.
Show and tell for grown children.
Only layers of biological directive are added post-kindergarten.
But oh to stay in the child garden and ignore the directives.
A bright and dazzling dance party.
Lights of an EDM sand box.
I woke playing music. Can you tell?