There are limitations
Even in the river
Even in the plan
To not have one
As we sit in the shade of ideas
Waiting
Two weeks
One rhythm
No corners
Hiding
Sitting to see if there is things left to burn
Or people
Left to care for
In the heat of an eye
When you’re broken
When the thoughts stir you to pain
Angry seconds
Breaking the materials
Wide open for a new pattern
Setting the intention
Again
You find a different result
Or you’ve just changed your mind
This road to that road
Around the corner
Nice community
Goodbye
As it always disappears
Eventually
Hazy Acres 
Your Thoughts