Sometime in October, 2006

here I am,  enclosed within
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,

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