The Child Within

Foetal movements, clamber within
Gently prying a novel, smooth surface
Gesticulating gleefully, wide-eyed and eager
Gainfully caressing stratifed slush
Engrammatic recounting, presaging growth

This is my baby
This is my baby

Seeded in a seminal splurge of satisfaction
Realised in the drama, one appellation, is life
Delivered in our hallways of technological excellence
Ranked by peers, fed by swine
Segued through slipstream into a simmering undercurrent
Stamped with the steely hammer of self-determination

Bobs now to the surface, a tune trails the winds
At last, a radian, a time piece spent
One rewinds, to replay, and it spins up, old faithful.