*Hmph* Bio's are for the weak. Instead, a poem!

I am from the the cold white lands,
The vast mountain ranges, and the endless oceans
I am of my distant nordic cousins.

I am from the the apple tree, standing tall for all to see,
It’s limbs an intricate web of memories,
I am the limb out on the whim, this is MY family tree

It’s the cold hard box of metal that comes to life with a spark,
the whirring of the CPU fan the often lulls me to sleep,
I am of of the patterns, functions, and procedures that program the world,

It’s the rough scratch of graphite, 
the crisp crackle of paper,
I am from that weirdly silent test room, somewhere between worlds.

I am but a baseline,
Just another reverberation, in a lost dimension,
Yet, I am part of the infamous song of life.

I come from many places,
I am made from many assorted fabrics and designs,
But it is love that stitches those seemingly random pieces together,
It is love that turns those little squares into the elaborate quilt that is me.