One Together

Oooh, oww ooh,
it's a baby sounding
out the out words
over wording the
not sentence, not
rented, a pre-owned
capitulation to the
social moray eels
that feel the way
neurons do when
they put themselves
together and do some
thing that thinks like
thinking. Thank you
for being here. Thank
for being here. Thank
you for your repetitions
and your mornings and
your pre-beings. That motion
will co-motion to the point
where we understand each
other to be some father
and some son and dust 
motes in the cosmic
concatenation.