Commo
Swimming above the surface, a baby in an ocean of light,
Color, sound, and Mama's Flesh;

Communication is touch, snuggling, sleeping, ******
Functions that are as natural as pooping in the woods
When you're old enough to squat and look around.

But surface commo for a baby boy in 1963 was as profound as
Commo can be, deep as an emotion, and x-times the feeling;
Love easily explained for a creature who will never, upon
Ageing, feel that kind of love, 'cept for maybe,
Dying in the love in your arms or hand, holding for life or...

Lvl 1:
Surface
Hi, how's it going?
I"m floating on top of Level 1, seeing things in detail, yet
For reason some use as excuses, afraid to expose my own
Fear to ask about someone else's mysteries. Trite cliches,
Bland social postings: "Hey, a pic of my old toaster!"
Like, please. Like me, please. Give me your deep feelings
And Impressions that swim 2 or 3 or 4 levels
Be. Neath.

Lvl 2:
General (1-5 star) Infough;
Parts of me are still on the surface, but other parts...tentacles,
Feeling feelers, attachments, yearn to dive down to Feelings
Deep; My feelings are always real, but my feelings aren't always
Reality.

I don't govern the watch in my mind that filters out the bad
Stuff - the impact of the careless, stupid, mean, catty-me OW!
That caused you mental and emotional = negative reactions.

I'm sorry my words didn't edify your invisible foundation.
I'm sorry my words whittled the fragile balsa wood that, often,
Barely keeps you upright and conscious. I"m not used to the
Deep Feelings

Lvl 3: See what's above in my shallow depths.

Lvl 4: I'm 12 in 1975 or I'm 18 in 1981 and girls, young ladies,
WOMEN...even the thought of unleashing the torrent of spent
Pent-up emotions