not quite there yet but on the way

terse interstices

undisciplined discipline

crayons crossing lines

Iitany of fear

feel to steer

stir the pot

spot stripes in savannah

keep walking though I don't wanna

in nook of crevasse

rebirths man child

ego dissolves in the vast

plant medicine never mild

viruses burrow in

replicate with the intricate

grok that which has never been

beautiful whispers of the delicate

matins, vespers

doubt catalyses trust

in prayer.