Making of myself (genetic mix)

Eighteen years ago today,
(The sticky sweet sedate)
No words rolled from my thoughtful mind.
(O Love elucidate)
Before the fragile steps are made-
(The parent's throb create)
Devoid of language, still we learn
(That joy - hallucinate)
Each viewpoint from the crib discern,
(With filthy genome's trait)
Until the feet are free to roam.
(O love elucidate)

Along this road I am alone,
(with all Our Fathers hate)
As on the day I saw the scope
(lead on through fallen gate)
Within the garden. Treasure Iies
(o love elucidate)
On sunstruck fence and crumbling wall.
(A ghostly yearning state)
I touched, I heard and saw them all
(such bitter, angry fate)
And now they die as part of me
(O dark perpetuate)