the capital, the stamp?
The stem that propped success
Where did I get lost?
as not looking so straight as before
And falling into stand,
but cannot find the footprints
where heels were dug so deep.
Searching back to written as proper
But now
we melt
or so it feels
As we
becoming
Once I was drawn in water,
a line dividing fishes
now tides remember
So I ask where is I?
knowing already,
but pray to forget.