What are you up to little one, attempting once more
break out of play pen to check out the options
beyond your immediate reach ?
You, little one of the crystal ball gleam in your eyes,
who exited shortly from the pregnant belly, the labor pangs
were on schedule were they not?
In the figure 8 which expresses infinity,
the track trails back to the source of beginnings.
Thus, what's on the loop voyages infinitely round and around.
Thus, Big Bang comes full circle back into contractions Peel back
the layers, little one. May our index fingers touch.
You be searching, I be waiting.
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