Laid it down.
Plane sight
Flat to the earth
Grounded and knowing
Seeding and yet Knot.
Growing beyond.
My own space.
A simple line
To be just, not to be crossed
In the way
Names appear
In box's.
A friendly friend.
To my own innyverse
Dealing with all
With the patience and compassion.
I have grown to be capable of.
And so....
Am obliged to listen.
Am obliged to offer succor
To my own fractured identity.
As though the delusion.
Is the reality.
©wrennie
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