Tiny pricks of light slice through the eternal dark.
Eyes opening reverberate walls from their spark.
First time fingers stretch and pull tight the air.
Legs squiggle, lungs drag, and the screams tear.
Fingered foods play in taste buds grasping bites.
Smells burn bright ideas and colors in cold nights.
Glowing movement brings smiled cries to song.
Bouncing in gravity, floor boards become gongs.
Incredible lights beam, colors form and change.
Giant hands hold: faces twist; become strange.
Everything crisps, crackles, sweet scents waft.
Thumping beats drum from titans warm and soft.
Falls shake and fracture into unpleasant surprise.
Knowing more than before, lights dim in the eyes.
Understoods are left alone, no reason to chew.
Everything was magic when everything was new.
Thanks to Ashes for the inspiration of "You can't beat magic."
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