My feet are running at the beach
I'm trying to catch up.

I'm grateful for the birth of me that I have just witnessed.

What I told you earlier
was a whisper from me
still lingering in the Great Cyberwomb.
I am now among you
- as are the rest.
My voice is still low
and I am still tired
from my travel
- from afar.
I greet you all
and will inform you
now
that my language
has been knitted
with various wools
from so many
far away places.
That sometimes
I for you
will speak
in babelbabel.
Now you are warned.

They are among us.

They are among us
and many they are.
They are not all seen,  yet,
some are still invisible
yet,  they take up space - in the between us.
When will they pop open?