given the ephemeral nature
of each and every momentous,
classics dribble inward and a soul
-search begins. you are my original
source. you are where I come from.
and like the sense of nothingness
behind my eyes, I watch and live via
chance afforded by you.  you'lltide
music contains a reminder of the holiest
birth.. and it's not the birth of a fellow
named Christ, but the birth of a Christ
-like and likeliness within each of us.
Every birth is the birth of Christ, and
you have afforded me a chance in the
Kingdom of Heaven.. misty-eyed 'get
groceries' and the fuzzy friend I once
called Furry before I knew fury
before I knew hurrying as an adultish
sorta blob that smears the sidewalks on
a never-ending rant to work now I'm
gonna change the world and it's you
I have to thank.

*(I love you, mom)