Quiet in my passing though wild in my mind, stumble upon me creating & soon you are to find, a being of insight, one with the sight, such which has come to pass, as well as that which will surely ensue en masse, honest to a fault, little if anything needs to be in a vault, curious without limit, as there are lessons with every passing minute, precious every experience is seen, as a witness to all...even the in-between,

nothing is mistaken for, nor reason to be forsaken at one's core, purely understood more, because never is anything really a bore, we've seemingly made it a chore, this expanse which we claim to adore,

for others; absent are such perceptions, remaining inside the box not asking questions, whereas to query for understanding, effortlessly making a smooth & patient landing, one could say I am still standing, perhaps even demanding, life true to thought, a quest further sought, never lost from self, always prepared for the shelf, wisdom long since written, pleasing as a kitten, friend to all as if intrinsically smitten, beauty in every facet of this moment, upon the breeze it rides free from need of atonement, here if anywhere, down, up or over there, who's to say beyond what I care?, on further through, I can say I do, lacking any remorse, each action taken follows a course, say not a cause of motion, all a fractal of the notion, that of, sat did the dove, simply peering, arguably mirroring, a fraction, proposed dissatisfaction, another's perspective, through ubiquitous collective, a crew of bias, presents one to be pious, avoidance to muster, that I've such a luster, yet so do they say, that I'm more than okay, having obvious preponderance, not merely a conscience, forget to crumble, surpass the mumble, state the facts; I've been referred to as humble.