what are you doing he asked
trying to surrender I said
no you’re not; you’re trying to figure it out.
solutions do not appear so much as show up
there is no value in creasing furrows between the brows
we’ve been told there is gold ruched in actions and taking
society prescribed medicine and what
not
there is no fine line to walk between doing/being waiting/acting
there is simply keeping
on surrender
is a myth worn thin by modern usage
density turned transparent
the value of natural
transaction laying dormant
the sun reaching down pulling you from the mud