there is but one
precise precision

coming when not known
or in glancing
past mirrors

eternal cry
smacked into the middle of it all
all
  ready
steamy
    unknown

soothed by
a warmed wrapped universe

stand you there now
you  
   a man of men
a progenitor of your time to be a sympathetic highly
regarded dully appointed

soon more gesturing
world commanding demanding
expanding
  
steady to the heed and call
of realms and vibrations of
  expectations
and grounding on anchored sea bottoms

tethered to the darkest of
nights causeways
   in finger tipped grasps
and tip-toed acquaintances

all shine to cheers afloat on the seas joyously
released then found, then gone

arrived here now
   dad I’m home