the surrounding water and dirt.
microscopic to universe eyes.
supposed to matter? maybe
found to quickly find that found
is nowhere, lies somewhere.
can I walk through entangled
twigs and facets of compound blahs
and truths to find the found
I am looking for.
the pathway is buried, but digging leaves me breathless.
can't wait for the day. the one that i want, to be able
to see the found, and
forever follow it.
past ground bed
loving each frame of living air,