Stillness, Sublime
mini poem Monday
sacrifice some time for me still no sublime
sacrifice your mind for me still not sublime
in season where the screen reigns supreme
hail no other reason for you to be keen
on being seen, stick to the hard work
don’t eat at your goals,
control hardens your heart
In Time
this goodness?
not glided.
it glides across the skin
rooted deep within
anger fever
yes this anger pitches a fever in my body
Shaped by Process
