An agent of the light
Dawn breaks and darkness disperses
Information travels in waves
Yet particles bombard us constantly
There are days when even the worse
Math student, calculates better
Than he can read or write
Sometimes the units that range
From 0 to 9 have their constant place
Language has that effect of positive affect
Where all things would be lost – if it just didn’t exist
But living proof breathes it’s eternal breathe into our
Baby lungs, and we spring forth, the day marching forward with us
We can muse – be used
By eternal splendor
But the moment contains all
The truth that we need
Vibrating to the lost cord
We are all collected
Elegantly connected.
Christopher Baird 2012 ©
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