A chrysalis of good intentions
A chrysalis of good intentionsHow they diminish at my feetSuch potential for beautiful ascensionsIt spills forth with great replete. What I have requires little handlingBut I roll it forth between my fingersBehind it I’m left scramblingIf only I’d let it linger. I’ll invite such veracity into awarenessWithout my judgement’s callAnd what may come of this fairnessI will fall. Perhaps I will fallAnd fallAnd fall. Continue reading A chrysalis of good intentions