Yeah-I-want-to-communicate-so-much-and-you-can’t-understand-a-thing-and-I-know-wisdom-is-not-the-only-thing.
Not-the-only-thing-because-when-I-smile-you-smile-a-bit-or-two-after-me-and-you-chew-on-your-nails-to-show-you-need-milk-and-I-want-to-tell-you-that-now-is-the-time,-your-mother-is-ticking-with-energy-and-wisdom-and-she-can-tell-you-so-much-about-the-world-and-what-is-new
and-you-dream-into-my-face-as-if-you-always-knew
and-by-the-time-you-would-get-talking-I-would-forget-my-syllables
and-by-the-time-you-rein-on-those-alphabets-I-would-forget-the-snippets-of-my-epiphany
and-when-you-grow-young, I-would-have-no teeth-to-tell-the-wisdom-through
and-even-if-I-write-it-down-it-would-vanish-one-day
and-you-would-have-so-much-more-by-the-time-you-reach-where-I-am-now-you-would-know-more-than-I-could-tell-anyways,
and so I sit down lotus-styled and continue feeding you your milk.
