As I wait on symbiosis,as my drool surrounds me, 2024

my drool as dew, my teardrops bedazzled— reacting to the sensations of life

having a water placement moment, hang on. . . . .

my face permeating the cold rocks

drool from my teeth seeps into the dirt

if i stay still i can feel the roots beneath me stirring,

recieving

i am but a step in the water cycle diagram from 6th grade

[condensation station]

taking part in a system much bigger than me

hiatus brings crystallizations

at least i am content in my realizations

found family in nature soon roping me towards new destinations

opportunity granted. but now we wait in trances