Wait, what (NO) not this — Visceral promptingDirecting chakrasSpirit bleeds into all…
Through burnt shards of painCreativity burst through cracks,Foam for a fierce fireFizzles, birth through…
Figments of thin fogwhispering wistful wisps crossed the bike trail — a taleof midsummer…
such dichotomygrounded yes, dare I say stuck? keeps me from driftingbetween the shelter of hereand…