/ minutiae /

with just a modicum 
of meaning, less hope
measured days become
frightening revelations, these
our replicated movements undulating
unseen, exchanged and unguarded
as such ambition wanes, though
insisting on change uninhibited
regarded thusly as: i am, can, will

the tree's roots from which, growth
be afforded to me as both...










draft - 2014