I will take these moments and soak them in
my hand on your small chest will be a sponge
your small heartbeat and this moment

I will not let slip a moment
one girl to each side
a blanket not so equally shared

you were babies a sheer blink ago
now you don't fit so snugly in my lap
but you still let me hold you

The mind is an inescapable cage.

Music was made to open the window and let in the air. I can lay down and the cage doesn't seem so dark.

I thought one day I could ruminate into an answer. Now I realize the question is trapped in here with me. The maze is not square, the path does not lead anywhere. It's a perfect circle.