Clinging to "the and" has brought relief
Equanimity, as waves smash the reef
Yet is there something solid to be found?
The landscape shifts and roots re-ground
Poison bleeds into the layers unseen
Breathless pain when things get mean
Certainty does not dwell, in or out
Will not assuage massive doubt
What is being sought, subtly shifting
A landscape in flux, flightless drifting
Keep on moving, forward and know
This is how we are meant to grow
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