in every tree dwells a story
that incinerates the ground.

in every blur to perfection
twirl one thousand tessellations.

from every filigree of light
surges the breath of integration.

in every assymetrical shape
hides a cryptic geometry.

in me arises a sentient air
that knows every secret.

my heart craves what it craves
without a care for who’s laughing.

i am not riddle.
i am not enigma.
i am not allegory.


i am not burning bush,
but the conscious flow of water.