Do you remember being small? You were barely a wisp in the forefront of my mind.

I had stolen gods blueprint, his specifications and all, thus no longer unwittingly could I draw his wrathful eye towards your existence.

I held you there closely, sustained you, enriched you, I carved your every bone and cell, making you perfect to my recollection of you from so long ago.

I worked tirelessly so none shall ever do you wrong.

My perfect imperfection. My faults had been reflected in your glow. It sublimely took me far and over the edge I fell.

Had you seen it? As it happened and before it came? Remember when you were awake with the universe and above all absolute?

What were your first words? Not the ones that you had spoken which I had trained, those of I love you and you are not to blame.

Your first conscious breathes, taken upon this world, with no influence of lore, innocent little lamb

Before you could yearn, before you could scream, before you could love and before you could dream

Wherever before me and wherever before now, how you watched from the stars and traced your path to me now

I find myself wondering what it would be like, if I had been around for the for the first beat of your thrum, to delibate in how fast it pumps and distills your life essence.