X:child number 01

Inside this skin mask , the face of your mother is encrypted
And the one before them all, inside of this child

the key which will become the wide open plains of the future
That has always been inside first my mother then me, now you.

You were always embedded here, what would later become you,
Before the catalyst that is your father visited swarming you into
existence,

In a way contained in me from the time of soft red rooms,
Recurring and replenishing, to the cycle of the moon.