And on this day
three minds know naught.
Light filters through a new lense.
Vision of the future.
The light can not.
Yet the world,
It
bends.
This lense will grow,
and with it, hands.
This lense will go,
and where it steps, break bands.
This lense will know,
and alter all
that the world spans.
From present to future,
the past holds no bound.
The light, with the world,
will
bend.
Their destination
found.
This child will become
what the double cannot.
The double, the steps,
the child, the top.
The world shifts
and
bends.
I wrote this for my niece that has recently entered into existence.