The world fills me with words as I wade through thoughts unaccounted for. Gifting vague shapes new form, at once sharp and forgiving. Water cradling a blade. Salty grains under persistent soles. The ardent beast who greets me in the morning. A cardboard relic at the on-ramp advises, "Smile U Woke Up."
There is fervent simplicity to such immaculate paradox. A sweetness that remains after decay. As apple cores manage their way into the still life.