like when a space is clear cut for growing but then is forgotten and wild things begin to take over again

it is

hard to let go

of names

when naming

is everything

and more

working searching

for integral

connect

ruination

of self

of WILL

of bravery-

standing only as a front

for more sophisticated fears

that cleared the path for greater sins

like remembering

stretched out

ephemeral past without hard edges

what strange contrast she holds!!

time is not a divine right

it is only

until it is not

to say--

what sad stories we live

full of bright beautiful change