From the abstruse fusion of fraternal life sources I emerged unscathed save for an umbilical scar and the forceps’ tattoo on my face.
In this race to reincarnate and resume lives parted too soon, only one tadpole among millions shall be crowned King.
And gifts sublime shall blossom on a coded template into a mellow miracle with cuddly cheeks and missing teeth to speak a language of coos, screams and laughter that needs no interpretation.
So swim Mini Me! Surf the crests of passion’s tide! Spare neither stroke nor stride to seize the golden prize; for there is no bronze or silver in the ultimate chase where only one tadpole among millions shall be crowned King.