In the beginning of it all
thoughts of cleanliness and being tall
for adventure, comfort has it been
leashed, and feeding alive and scene.
Lovely as it ever was,
thoughts of lines and warm buttery hugs.
But, at the linear edge
projection extends a skinny hand
mother, father, and like minds of friends that linger
stand behind each delicate finger,
and maps are drawn,
but until the dawn
of too late and too little
you shall never lay eyes on the maps they whittle.