The Perfection of Six
Grown from a wellspring sanctuary, drinking from the Tree of Nutrition,
A child is born, a small hand clings to my finger, tears fall and the offering has been given.
Your brown eyes, your curly hair, is a place between past and present.
When I'm holding you, I'm in my True form, Agape's Developed presence.
Metabolic characteristics formed from an omnipotent Tree,
Learning to breath oxygen and nitrogen at the expense of cacophony.
That cacophony means love, life, and joy to the Developed ear,
That cacophony is the conduit between Agape's love and undeveloped fear.
The Perfection of Six.
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