Sweet Baby

when the cradle drops
and the fog clears,
euphoria is set aside
for focus
and
Purpose.

mourn not the honeymoon-
its sickly sweetness sucks
and
betrays
your truth.

there will be many affairs
-many trysts,
but your Purpose
patiently awaits you,
and you alone.

nurture, caress
and fuck the shit out of it.
and watch
you grow.

Peace.

Now, Fly

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