Enshrined
Entombed
Inside the womb
I sputter and break the spell
It’s hard to say
It’s hard to stray
But I’ll try my damnedest to dwell
Outside my thoughts
Inside the swell
Of Being’s greater good
To practice
To be
To strictly not need
To stratify all that I could
I seek to wonder,
I search to seek
The trials and pathways ahead
I don’t want to despair
I want to repair
The damages here and unsaid
Stout and round
I speak and expound
The stillness that sits to stress
To ask
To sail
Upon the swales
A sweetness we’re yet to undress.
Amie Zor 