Things get hectic, but I learn to become.
lost by David Wagner is one of a kind of poem - it exists to inspire the meaning I aspire to be:
simple and authentic
The idea that here is a powerful stranger. Indeed I have yet to grasp fully the idea of here. Here is maintaining focus in what I am doing.
The chronicles of the modern world cease to be - cease to become - cease to foster the idea of here.
Everything becomes unknown in the wake of dawn, over-pouring of noises,
so does the idea of Here.