It’s been sometime since I’ve grown accustomed to the bits.
Tiny parts of life which together make up a thing; one I shan’t describe for I know it’s there.
I can see it from the corner of my eye; but if try to feel it or gaze at it directly, the thing goes away vanishing into bits I can no longer perceive.
It’s akin to faith; a driven stage with no full stops nor spikes in velocity but a constant swinging motion,
like a spiral that opens
from natural tendency
to be indomitable.