Cut into fourths and stemming from this synapse
The reptilian heritage,
and the prospect of an alien seed,
raising questions of infidelity and righteousness,
coming back always to this simple being.

Landing in our lives from the edge of conception,
And falling out of the universe,
Like a manifestation of our desires.
You becoming my legacy,
And bearing my humble name,
Reaching for a chance to understand
What you see and working tirelessly,
To prevent the construction of barriers,

Know that what you are feeling is better than what any of us know.
Take heart in your happiness and your simple existence,
Striving and gazing at the colors and the shapes and asking to become part of it.
Cursed by this grinding routine,
and realizing that sleeping is a gift.
And knowing that living is dreaming.

Desire can destroy communities.