“I’ve captured fire!

Defense. Better food. Respect.

………..what should I do next?”

When I move slow It’s

Sunflowers and cobblestones

on my morning corn

Ponte cómoda

Va ser un viaje largo

-palabras de Má

Green leaf chard, shedding

Like shells on its sides, falling

One, then another

Eyes drifting away

Night world is coming to play

-Can’t live without dreams

Feed and entertain.

Is this what I signed up for?

You’re not even mine.

Free form or structure?

To allow or to conform?

Overthinking kills

Moonlight hits my eyes.

Knowing is heightened by night,

and Living— by day.

Sun touches Ice Rock

Ice becomes unstructured. Wet.

Power. Submission.

Wind twirls him off Course

Fell off. Gone under. Swooshed out.

Waves bring him to Land