Rampant Consternation
I can not put her down.
The world relates to itself with her weight in my arms and wit.
My fear shifts and bounds and my eyes hurt,
Are wooed by this novel light.
I am infantile.
The world is grand and I am nameless, if not an artist, now,
or nothing,
if nothing else,
and now,
the narrative continues…
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