I'm grateful for the liminal
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.