Versing (Freely)
That’s now (then) & here (there), though.
I write another poem for to reassure someone (Me?) that nothing will hinder.
Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.
In nature’s nightless, new-born form I met the mossy fern.
Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia