Sprung fully formed from the mind of a god
And an Apgar score that’s off the charts,
She can see the world in six dimensions at once,
Tracing every intention back to its heart.
She will give you a gift that will meet you halfway
In becoming who you’re meant to be,
And she’ll make you a spider
If you sit down beside her
And dare to think you could ever outshine her.
She crouches behind opposing perspectives
Then holds up a mirror to show your reflection.
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