Two streams of life-force approach each other
pacing,
circling.

Tentative mates to preserve the gene
of living every moment in awe
of hunger for knowledge
of scribbling madly to digest bite-sized truths
while trying our hands at making concrete enjoyments of life, even if only theoretically
of self-consciousness
of fear it'd all ring false

The imaginary young nestles against the conviction of the mother.