Growing up

I have already

Ruined that

rotation I swore

would shatter

The vision came

while tossing in

the sheets that

gnashed my

legs as though

they were

soft snakes

taunting me

He does

not need

love

hugs

my hand

or intellect

I have educated

him in the

pastimes of

Loneliness

Solitude

and the life

of extroverts

My pain and past

is now his

to carry on to the

next generation

like Celtic spirals

spinning without

halting