after holding you tight in my hand
for a flash in my eternity, now i let
you go that you may dream dreams
of your own; in any case i own you
not, nor did i own the sperm, the worm
that yoked the egg: your beginningbut you made me your bonded slave
whose release now depends in me
letting your hand go, to let you wander
and let you, also, err in your errandsthat you may become, truly, your own
that i too may, again, dream my dreams
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