12.7.23 sit/walk
12.7.23 sit walk notes
My baby, my baby, my baby
A child like no other
intrinsically gifted
with a billion nodes of life.
triangles,
the capacity for judgement looms, ever present
the mythical exists here & now
“brought to you by those who drink it”
The writing on the walls, the light within their eyes.
my grandmother who is alive, my grandmother who is not alive.
The capacity to create, the capacity to live
the walk of life.
