I've uncovered you.
discovered the secret room in which you've tossed
your little boy fears and joys
and lust and loss
the shark tank of the subconscious mind
in which your primal fish brain circles circles.

a son
A Sun
(Yes, I see that, too)
and The Mother that holds your hand, and one
one for every age --
a breast to quiet every whimper or rage.
the quiet confidence of knowing
the world
was built for you
just for you
and all around
is your potential reality unfolding
fourth dimensional iterations like collector cards
cowboypolicemankingsoldierboss
Employee of the Month
Nobel Prize Winner...
...PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!
Welcome home
and here's your dinner.

All of it jumbled
stacked precariously among the
love and lust and momentum of
moving from boy into man
and how glorious.

You said to me
"There is more than one way to look at it."

I said,
Indeed.