The mind says go, but the heart says no,
The hands hold on, but the fingers let go...

Time runs out,
Feeling like a trout...

What scary place is this? This wilderness vast and...
I know not of my bearing, or where my journey...

Nine in the dark, hundreds in the light,
Why, I ask, do we cry at the first sight...

I bleed gratitude in gushes, for the great I Am,
From the wound inflicted, in shaping the poet I...